Just try it out, give him a call
He only worries
She's playing the news on her piano
Somewhat drunken fingers moving
You were speaking like the white on waves, My craft
If the telephone would stop ringing,I could probably get some
Everybody's got their hands in your pocket and their feet
She's playing the news on her pianoSomewhat drunken fingers moving
There's some railroad tracks not far from my house that
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