I tell myself don't be a fool.
Play the field, have a lot of fun.
It's easy when you play it cool.
I tell myself, don't be a chump
Who cares, let us tear you away
That's when the phone rings, and I jump
And as I grab the phone, I pray
Let it please be her, dear God,
it must be her , it must be her,
or I shall die, or shall die.
Oh hello, hello, my dear God.
It must be her, but it is not her.
After a while, I'm myself again
I pick the pieces off the floor
Put my heart on the shelf again
She'll never hurt me anymore
I'm not a puppet on a string
I'll find somebody one day
That's when the phone be gins to ring
And once again I start to pray
let it please be heard for
dear God it must be heard
it must be heard or I shall die
or I shall die of a love, a love
My dear God, it must be her,
It must be her, it must be her.
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