(Glenn Sutton)

The telephone's ringin' and it's three a.m.
And I know just who's callin'
From the same old spot and you're about half shot
Almost to the point of crawlin'.

Why is it everytime we have a little fuss
You take your wounded pride
And you head right straight for a bar and a bottle
And try your best to crawl inside?

Please stay there till I get there
And we'll work it out together
We'll take a little walk and have a little talk
And you'll feel a whole lot better.

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Just when I wonder if you're really worth the trouble
That you put me through
Then you roll them baby blue eyes at me
And jump like a kangaroo.

Stay there till I get there
And we'll work it out together
We'll take a little walk and have a little talk
And you'll feel a whole lot better.

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Well, I thought about leavin' you many times
And I've even packed my bags a few
Then the telephone rings and I can't do a thing
But run right straight to you.

Baby, stay there till I get there
And we'll work it out together
We'll take a little walk and have a little talk
And you'll feel a whole lot better.

Please stay there till I get there
And we'll work it out together
We'll take a little walk and have a little talk
And you'll feel a whole lot better...