Mr Lonely
You could call him Mr. Lonely
’Cause that’s the way he feels.
He wants so much to find true love,
But thinks he never will.
He suffocates in solitude
And he drowns in despair.
He wishes there was someone else
With which his love to share.
He’s lost in all the loneliness
The world can ever make.
The deaf’ning silence from his house
Is more than he can take.
He goes to bars and clubs to find
The woman of his dreams,
But ev’ry lady that he meets
Just isn’t right, it seems.
He’s dying in the doldrums
A single’s life can bring.
He wants to find a special girl
And do that dating thing.
He has been lonely way too long.
He can’t take anymore
Of the deep and dark depression
That’s knocking at his door.
And when he thought that loneliness
Would be his only fling,
Then piercing through the silence, yes
The telephone did ring.
Perhaps he has another chance.
There may be hope, you see.
The caller on the other end.
Her name is Tiffany.
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