She sits on the bed, she combs her hair   And waits for the telephone to ring   They just liked a day in a hotel room   Her mother's waiting on the line      "Where have you been?" she said   "We thought you might be dead;   How could you be so unkind?   What is on your mind?"      Her dad caught the man that took that girl   I saw it on the news   "Oh mother, got to go, you're worrying   And Michael's coming back soon."      She sits on the bed, she combs her hair   But Michael never came back