It's Not Me - It's My Phone
It's not me...
It's my phone that keeps calling your name
If you happen to be...
Looking for someone to blame
If you think that you hear heavy breathing
On the other end of the line
Want you to know that me and my phone
Were no where near each other at the time
You have my word...
It's my phone that keeps calling you up
It must have heard...
That at one time we were two birds in love
It must not realize
That you and I are no longer an item
If it did, otherwise
It wouldn't be spending all of it's dimes
What can I say...
It's my phone that loves the sound of your name
Since you left that day...
Things around here have not been the same
As my phone sits in its cradle alone
It doesn't seem to have much of a choice
To tell the truth I really think that
My phone misses the sound of your voice
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