måndag 7 september 2009

Every time the telephone rings , I hold my breath
Hoping that it's you, I'm scared to death
Phone went ring, my crippled heart cried
Let it be you, on the line
Then a voice says, "Hello, can I speak to Joe?"
"Wrong number, I am sorry, goodbye"

Pity the fool who loves you so..

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