She's in the phone booth,
And I'm a looking in.
The smile on her face sets
bloom to my skin.
Shes pushing numbers,
and I'll be driving her home.
And
while I'm tired she screams you know.

Cos I'm feeling it so low,
And I've
been going it solo,
And I've been holding, I.

Won't you come on over,
been
feeling just a little bit lost sometimes.
Won't you come on over,
We'll be
getting high.

She deserves better,
But i can't give more.
She's open wide,
and she's still so ignored.
But i keep to myself man,
I keep holding her
off.
Cos when I'm coming down my heads enough.

Cos I'm feeling it so
low,
And I've been going it solo,
And I've been holding, I.

Won't you come
on over,
been feeling just a little bit lost sometimes.
Won't you come on
over,
We'll be getting high.


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