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Текст: Priscilla Renea. Hung Up.

I
Picked up the phone
And dialed your house
No one was home
Or so I thought
Before the final ring
When she picked up
Before the voice machine
And I was taken aback
I took two breaths then asked to speak to zack
She said "Who's calling?"
I didnt say
And then I heard your voice in the background say

"Baby who is that?"
"Baby I dunno, she wont say her name."
"Gimmie the phone."

"Hello... hello?"
Click
He hung up the phone
SHIT!
He hung up the phone
Click
He hung up the phone
Just like that
He hung up the phone

Well I just sat there
In disbelief
Thinking this ain't happening to me
Began to call back
To my surprise
Buzz
The phone lit up before my eyes
I placed it

Upon my ear
He said
"I told you not to call me here!"
"Was that your girlfriend?"
I kindly asked
Thats when he started talking really fast

"I'm not that type of guy...,
Baby you know me!"
"Babe who are you talking to?"
"Nobody..."

[Hook]

By now
You could say im tired of all the lies
So tired of player guys
Just want somebody to love me
Somebody to love me right
By now
So sick of sleeping alone at night
While she lays there by your side
Wouldnt it be lovely
Wouldnt it be lovely I

I
Picked up the phone
And dialed your house
No one was home
Thank you Jesus!
I left a message
Saying "I hope he loves you better"

Priscilla Renea