Lyrics 2-6-5-8-0 - Kim Wilde

2-6-5-8-0

I watch a man sitting down the park
The flashy suit manufactured by the makers
He’s got a pen and he circles an add
It makes him laugh 'cos he’s reading dirty papers
She doesn’t know but she’s getting his call
He’s talking straight but he wants it in a strange way
She combs her hair doesn’t worry at all
He could be mad but its just another pay day
2−6-5−8-0 Oh, dial it if you want to know me
She likes to live on the poor side of town
She’s shacking down with a guy from West Guiana
The boys around always look at the ground
Oh, what they’d give for a night with that piranha
2−6-5−8-0 Oh, dial it if you want to know me
She doesn’t have to make her money that way
She’s such a pretty young girl
I guess they love it 'cos you hear when they stay
They cry oh, oh, oh
This guy arrives looking scared as a rat
He needs her love but he wants it like a brother
Three hours later he crawls out on his knees
She’s laughing loud 'cos he’s calling for his mother
2−6-5−8-0 Oh, dial it if you want to know me
2−6-5−8-0 Oh, dial it if you want to know me