| Ring, ring, ring, your telephone is ringing
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| Take it or you’re never gonna get another call from me
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| Oh what a lovely day! |
| Shame I’ve gotta spend it inna this way without you
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| Sing, sing, sing, baby
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| Can you say that you’re not craving looking in my eyes, your fingers upon my
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| fingers?
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| Oh, what a lovely night, shame I’ve got to see you inna this light, it won’t do
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| I wonder where I got a negative point of view, looking at your footsteps,
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| stepping on the sweet green grass that is my life. |
| Someone special on the end
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| of your phone, take it don’t lie, liars always end up crying I and I am
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| enervated, losing my will to try
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| So ring, ring, ring, your telephone is ringing
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| Take it or you’re never gonna get another call from me
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| Oh what a lovely day! |
| Shame I’ve gotta spend it inna this way without you
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| Sing, sing, sing, baby
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| Can you say that you’re not craving looking in my eyes, your fingers upon my
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| fingers?
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| Oh, what a lovely night, shame I’ve got to see you inna this light, it won’t do
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| I wonder where I got a negative point of view, looking at your footprints,
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| shattering the delicate glass that is my life. |
| Someone so special on the end
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| of your phone, take it don’t lie, liars always end up crying I and I am
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| enervated, losing my will to try
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| Ring, ring, ring. |
| Your telephone is ringing
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| Take it or you’re never gonna get another call from me
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| Oh, what a lovely day. |
| Shame I’ve gotta spend it inna this way without you
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| I feel my heart go pit-a-pat-a-pit-a-pat! |
| (Me say) Why you wanna go and do a
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| thing like that?
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| My love I never stuttered when I said I want you
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| Mama told me that I could have done better than that, listening ah dial tone my
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| digits on keypad, like the moment when you first stare at a clock that isn’t
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| ticking, time halted…
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| So ring, ring, ring, your telephone is ringing
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| Take it or you’re never gonna get another call from me
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| Oh what a lovely day! |
| Shame I’ve gotta spend it inna this way without you
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| Sing, sing, sing, baby
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| Can you say that you’re not craving looking in my eyes, your fingers upon my
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| fingers?
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| Oh, what a lovely night, shame I’ve got to see you inna this light, it won’t do |