Keisha Buchanan dismisses an ex-boyfriend in the slinky "Hole In The Head."
It's been less than a day after the breakup. Buchanan been at home all day, drinking coffee and watching talk shows to help herself feel better. At least seeing people more screwed up on television would provide some comfort. However, she knows from past experiences she will be awake at night, wondering what she did wrong and crying. But not this time. She's would rather prositute herself than ever bother with him again.
"Seven hours since you went away/Eleven coffees, Ricki Lake on play/But late at night when I'm feeling blue/I'd sell my ass before I think of you."
It's motivated her for to improve her appearance. She began a healthy diet and got her nails done. She took his number off her phone. If he tries to call her, she will ignore him as she's partying. A close male friend of hers cheered her up and gave her some persceptive.
"Seven hours since you closed the door/Started a diet, got a manicure/Erased your number from my telephone/And if you call me I won't be at home/He said."
In the bridge, he asked her why she's sobbing over a guy who doesn't deserve her. She has to move on and forget him. His advice made sense to her.
"Why d'you cry/For the guy/
Say goodbye/Runaway/Why d'you cry/For the guy/Say goodbye/I said ok, 'cause."
In the chorus, she smirks if he wants her back. He's irrelevant to her and it's fine. Her ex is probably thinking she's torn up and can't face life again.
"Ooh, boy d'you miss me like a hole in the head/Because I do boy/And it's cool boy/And ooh, bet you never thought I'd get out of bed/Because of you boy/Such a fool boy."
The word "boy" is repeated a couple times over a jerky guitar.
It's 11 p.m. and she's searching in her closet for the most glamorous outfit to wear. At 2 a.m., she's dancing to her favorite song and having the time of her life. She notes she's like to bend over and kiss her butt than weep.
"Eleven hours on a brand new day/I'm getting ready to go out and play/It's late at night, I'm caught in a groove/I'd kiss my ass before I'm feeling blue."
She's sleeping and is interrupted her ringing cellphone. She answers it, asking him why he wants to talk to her. He says he wants to apologize and for her to open her door. She does so. He's standing on her porch with a dozen roses. She tells him to leave her alone and pretends not to know him. As she shuts the door, she hears him saying "I'm sorry. Please listen to me."
"Seven hours, what you calling for?/A bunch of flowers and I slam the door/You're in my face, sorry what's your name?/Takes more than begging to reverse my brain/'Cause."
After the chorus, the beats spread out and float for the second bridge.