I call you on the telephone
But you're not on the line
It looks as if I'm left alone
And you're no longer mine.
I'd send a telegram or two
On them I'd write upon
The words I'd like to say to you
But telegrams have gone.
I try to call again - contrite,
And hope you'll answer me
Or was last night our final fight
And love a memory?
Forgive this man - please hear my ring
And free me from this fever
When you hear my ting-a-ling
Just pick up your receiver.
Success! You're there - I start to stutter
You put me on the rack
And having left me in the gutter
You suddenly change tack.
You whisper how you love me still
And want me for your own
Our lines engaged - a lifetime bill
I stare down at the 'phone.
I listen to your marriage plan
With me the chosen one
I'm sorry love, I'm not your man...
I say what's done is done.
And now my 'phone rings more and more
But I refuse to heed it
Instead I've locked it in a draw
It'll stay there till I need it!