Mr. Telephone Man
Mr. Telephone man, I got some questions to run past you
Is it the phone the line or is this cold dime just that coo.
Honey’s a spit’n image of the woman in my contentions.
I like the way she writes and recites, my heart loves to listen.
Not to mention she stay twisted and I aint talking extensions.
I need to call SBC, tell em she’s the perfect service for me.
I’ll be her servant indeed, cause she’ll do any service for C.
Mr. Telephone man, what’s the catch 22 this combo’s is too true.
She must got my phone taped cause she’s on that and shorty’s no fool.
Mr. Telephone man, I don’t mean to complain but she’s all in my brain.
Feels like she’s all over my frame, after we speak I want to star 69 this dame.
Her convo is like some bomb dro. Why she be sex’n my mind so?
All the time fa sho but I guess it aint a crime though.
Just give me a sign to find so this fine dime I have in mind’ll be mine.
A divine Gemini who’ll sweep me off my feet like I’m finna fly.
Vocals got my body move’n left cause it aint feelin right.
Mr. Telephone man, you still there right?
Okay, you been quite since jump, I guess you aint got no answers either.
And if you do you a cheater and you better not try to reach her.
Copyright © Courtney Allen | Year Posted 2005
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