Friday, August 27, 2010



Put your sweet lips.
A little closer to the phone.
Let’s pretend that we’re together all alone.
I’ll tell the man..
To turn the juke-box, way down low.
And you can tell, your friend there with you. He’ll have to go.

Whiper to me, tell me do.. You love is true..
Or is he.. Holding you the way I do.
Tho’ love is blind,
Make up your mind I’ve got to know.
Should I hang up or will you tell him.
He’ll have to go.

* You can say the words.
I want to hear.
While you’re with, another man.
If you want me answer yes or no.
Darling I will understand.

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