853-5893 Angela can't make itto the 'phone,
if your care to
No cameras, no lights, no stars in my eyes
And no
The case was pulled
From under the bed
She made a call
To
There's a stain on my notebook
Where your coffee cup was
And
I hit the bottle
I hit the high
Blue is
She was married and then divorced
Things seemed to happen
The cigarette of a single man
Burns in the ashtray
The Indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
He stalks the club with cupid's toy
Foremost in his
I knew that I had drunk too much
I had
I wrote her name on a bar mat
She had
You infiltrate my every hour
You bug me like a
(you're no Dame I'm no Duke somehow love is a
If I didn't love you I'd hate you
Watching you
You've left my ring by the soap,
Now is that
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