Dragging hours behind this morning
She's dealt a long delay
San Francisco is departing
But we're heading to LA
She's the last person that I need to meet
But we're stuck here this wayIt's possible she missed her cab
Sleeping off three bottles of champagne
Still she's finding the nearest lounge
To drink until she goes insane
Though McCarran is filled every day
With people in painSpending money you just hope to forget
And now you're running late
Our chance will be happening soon
But girl you've gotta wait
For twelve seven sevenUnpredictable and never content
She's becoming a clich
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