Waking Hour Lyrics - Singles - George Watsky

Chorus (Mariami) 

In the waking hour I see your face 

In the waking hour I feel your (oh) 

In the waking hour feel my body race 

In the waking hour 

Baby I see that the game is unspoken so if you play with me 

I don't need nothing broken 

I've got patience you see 

And I don't mean to preach that's it's a man's world baby 

But a woman will teach you to believe 

Verse 1 

you're in the bed in that pretty little thong 

with a ribbon on it, when I said to pick a song 

you had a feeling for some healing with that marvin gaye 

begins with "let's," ends with "get it on" 

I get it. you're ready to fuck 

and it's time for me to let it erupt 

But. I got a confession to make 

when I get nervous 

i can never get it up 

I gotta get it together, I better meditate 

I want to set it straight 

I gotta separate the passion I had 

from the fear that came 

alone i get a boner when I hear your name 

but when I'm near the game, I veer to shame 

clearly, my dear it appears the same 

severely lame! 

my genitals' flustered 

make a last stand like general custer! 

I'd take a cluster fuck or a just some animal lust 

I know you're looking for a man who can thrust 

(trust) i was in the sack with a faster women than danica patrick 

when i had a panic attack 

I can never fake it, I make another mistake 

and I'm aching and so I pray to the have the pastor take 

an erection collection and pass the plate 

but no one donated, so I had to masturbate 

I know the girls want it 

i'm close, and if it grows i can put a condom on it 

her moan is onomatopoetic, 

I groan. because my bone is gone as soon as get it 

Got a risky trick, for frisky chicks 

have a drink, then blame it on whiskey dick 

wait a couple hours, I'll be horny good 

and can wake up with a little bit of morningwood 

Chorus (Mariami) 

Verse 2 

i know that many men are waiting 

to be penetrating 

you think i'm panting 

but i'm hyperventilating 

i would get to mating but i'm so damn nervous 

i called my dick, but i can't get service 

the worst is i'm a pervert- I want you 

I'd make harness from your tan brassiere 

last night i had a fantasy 

we're banging hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier 

slip into your chimney singing "santa's here!" 

but it's a grand veneer 

damn, it's enough to bring a man to tears 

with a hand on my gear 

but a strand full of blanks in my bandoleer 

there are times when I wish it away 

there are nights when I wish i was gay 

it'd be quicker- i go to theater school 

shit i figure I could stick it to pick of the litter 

man i'm sick of it 

want to stick a dick in it, lick a tit 

get some cliterature, for the illiterate! 

hit it in the middle of the night 

in the waking hour 

when I take a shower, we can strip 

luckily i studied up on being cuddle buddy 

would rather have sucker who fronts? 

fucking you once, making ugly grunts? 

i'll be casanova (in a couple of months) 

i'm making you mine 

maybe later for the sake of taking our time 

tonight we can lie naked 

If you don't mind waiting 

give it like five dates and i'll have your thighs shaking 

i get her in bed and then we're attending a seminar on a bit of sex ed 

i hope this song proves 

how fast my tongue moves 

cause it's true I give the best head 

Bridge (Mariami) 

I go to sleep just to wake up in your arms, babe 

And before the dawn you'll rise when the sun say 

Early mornings make me restless 

Breath on my skin, I'm already breathless (oh) 

You're sexy under pressure, boo 

Better catch your breath so that I can let my hands perform for you baby 

We're all alone, help me untie my blue sarung 

I can't wait to tell my girls "Yeah, that's my man. 

So good I had to write him a song." 

Chorus (Mariami)