Songwriters: Jones, Kelly; Cable, Stuart; Jones, Richard Mark;A week's too long not to ring  Re-colors her hair and waits for him  No cat against dog, just head over heels  Sex twice a day, best time in years  Oh no, why hasn't he phoned?  She has to wait until he's on his own  Lyin' and denyin' till nobody knows  I'll tell her this week is what he tells her to keep her on loan  He'll buy her one day    Sex drives, oral highs, cheated wives and spies  Cream cakes, coffee dates, floral gifts, goodbye  Passed away, for the day, had a change of kind  Sex change, too mundane for the average mind  Haa no, she just can't see where he is or where he's been  Looked prime and straight like she's always been  All that she saved for went missin' again    She could be, she could be  She could be wrong  She could be, she could be  She could be wrong  She could be, she could be  She could be wrong  It looks like, it looks like the word's got round    They found a body in the lake  Maybe, it wasn't really his name  Same color, same weight, same size feet  It's the not knowing that kills you  Oh no, the clock's stopped slow  Every time you're on your own  You hide from the spies so nobody knows  Scratch through the pages of a lazy days news for a clue  Still looking for you      © STEREOPHONICS MUSIC LTD;    these lyrics are last corrected by WallopingCandy