Got the telephone in my hand
Gonna call you up tonight
Planned every word Ill say
Im gonnna do it right
Maybe Ill wait a little longer
Maybe Im not ready yet
Where did I put that number?
How could I ever, ever forget?
I try but I hang up every time
To call you girl and make you mine
If you pick it up Ill have it made
Im gonna call you now, I wont be afraid
Got the telephone in my hand, cord around my neck.
But Im not really ready to die
Maybe Ill give it one more try
Or maybe Ill call tomorrow
She probably wont be home
Maybe I like sitting here
Maybe I like being all alone
Everything will be all right
I wont see you tonight
Everything will be all right
I know its not the end of the world
Its just another...little girl
I try but I hang up every time
To call you girl and make you mine
Cant leave a message, dont know what to say
I dont wanna talk to you anyway