It's OK

When you wake up in the morning and your head's in a mess

And there's something there from last night that you shouldn't confess

Thankfully it's fuzzy so you clearly can't remember things

But you're shuddering with fear every time the telephone rings

Ooh it's OK

They she has a brother and that you should be scared

But you believe it's not your fault you're convinced you were dared

You're tempted to ask or maybe just put out a feeler

But with better judgement best let time be a healer

Ooh it's OK