It's sinfully late and I'm sinfully drunk I've sinfully spoken a whole lot of junk But I'm sinfully happy with things as they are I haven't yet fallen asleep And I didn't do it, I really did not Go off to lose the one thing I've got; The idea that I have, whatever that means The chastity belt of a queen And that ain't easy With all these men everywhere And all the love in the air No that ain't easy I'm sure gonna know all the day after lows With pains and ills and neurotic chills But I'm perfectly safe, thank God I am home Thank God I'll be waking alone And that ain't easy When there are so many men And I love all of them No that ain't easy With all these men everywhere And all the love in the air Yes it's hopelessly late and I'm hopelessly gone Thank God I'll be waking, Thank God I'll be waking, At least I'll be waking - alone