He’ll be picking me up Sometime after midnight In the buick electra Sometime after midnight I know, I’ve spent all day Thinking of what I’ll wear At the waterfall vanity Showered and bare Checking all the different sides of me Split in three mirrors But there’s this feeling in my stomach Wondering if I should just ignore it but I was told when something bad happens It’s usually at night And I'm watching the sky turn black By the window-side