The clock strikes 6, her hairs already up
        Every strand perfectly placed
The clock strikes 7, her outfits all laid out
        Down to the shoes perfectly laced
The clock strikes 8, her makeup skillfully applied
        Not one flaw or blemish to see
The clock strikes 9, down the stairs she goes
        Standing in the door like a prince waiting for she
The clock strikes 10, she's smiling at him
        He gets her straight down to the core
The clock strikes 11, she's in total bliss
        She's never felt this way before
The clock strikes 12, her nights almost over
        He walks her to the door and ends it with a kiss
The clock strikes 1, shes in her bed
        Dreaming of her night and shining armor Chris