| Can't Whistle at the Phone |
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| My mother cried |
| My father sighed |
| How can you say |
| You know what it’s like |
| And for what |
| A little peace of mind |
| Oh, and you tell me now |
| It’s too late |
| Oh, my heart |
| You can’t wait and |
| You can’t start |
| Now it seems it’s what you hate |
| Oh, your pain |
| Rivers swell and |
| Rivers drain |
| Now you can’t tell them apart |
| My mother broke down |
| It’s happened before, you know |
| With the puddle |
| And the hardwood floor |
| And for what |
| A kiss upon the cheek |
| Oh, and you tell me now |
| It’s too late |
| Oh, my heart |
| You can’t wait and |
| You can’t start |
| Now it seems it’s what you hate |
| Oh, your pain |
| Rivers swell and |
| Rivers drain |
| Now you can’t tell them apart |
| Oooh |
