| Girl on the phone keeps a-ringing back
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| Her voice is smooth but the tone is bland
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| She’s telling me this and she’s telling me that
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| She talks about me and I must agree
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| With what she says about me
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| About how nice I can be
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| But it makes no difference to my mind
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| Girl on the phone keeps a-ringing back
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| She knows all my details — she’s got my facts
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| She tells me my height and she knows my weight
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| She knows my age and says she’s knows fate
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| And I must say — it’s logical
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| What foresight she must have
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| I’ve got to meet her whenever I get time
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| Says she knows everything about me
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| Every word I’ve ever said
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| Every book I’ve ever read
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| She told me that we met along time ago
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| I can’t think when but she should know
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| Girl on the phone keeps a-ringing back
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| Knows where I get my shirts and where I get my pants
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| Where I get my trousers where I get socks
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| My leg measurements and the size of my cock
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| And I must say it’s un-nerving
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| To think that she knows me
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| Knows me so well — better than anyone
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| Better than myself
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| Says she knows everything about me
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| Every record I’ve listened to
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| Every window that I’ve looked through
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| She told me that we met along time ago
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| I can’t think when but she should know
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| Girl on the phone keeps a-ringing back
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| She’s telling me this and she’s telling me that |