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Got me a phone in my home but hand don't fit the handle And I can't think of what number that I know Since I had in store there ain't nobody call me and I can't think nobody I could call So come on phone and play some pretty music you can play and I'll sing along Come on phone and be a comfort to me I'd like to see you ring right off the wall [ guitar ] Got me some things I could say but I got no one to say into And no one ever listens what I am Well there must be someone feels the same way that I feel Sit and waitin' on the other end So come on phone... So come on phone... |