Got the telephone in my hand, gonna call you up tonight.
Planned every word Ill say, Im gonna do it right.
Maybe Ill wait a little longer, maybe Im not ready yet.
Where did I put that number? How could I ever, ever forget?
I try but I hang up, every time, to call you girl and make you mine
If you pick it up Ill have it made, Im gonna call you now,
I wont be afraid
Got the telephone in my hand, cord around my neck.
But Im not really ready to die, maybe Ill give it one more try
or maybe Ill call tomorrow, she probably wont be home, maybe I like
sitting here, maybe I like being all alone...
Everything will be all right, I wont see you tonight, everything
will be all right, I know its not the end of the world, its just
another... little girl.
I try but I hang up every time, to call you girl and make you mine
cant leave a message, dont know what to say, I dont wanna
talk to you anyway.
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