Cindy Shimp Poet Lyric

Your Memory Has a Cell Phone

Your memory keeps calling me.
Your memory wont let me be.
Every hour of the day,
at work or at play.
Your memory wont let me alone...
your memory has its own cell phone.

Your memory has its own cell phone,
and your memory is on the roam
with a private line
straight throught to my mind,
and a ringer that sounds in my heart,
and each time it calls, i fall apart.

It doesn't matter where I am, 
the service never does go down.
Though I hold another tight,
the calls wake me in the night.
Your memory won't leave me alone.
Your memory has its own cell phone.

If for every call i had a dime,
and a penny each tear I've cried,
I'd be a millionaire.
And i know you don't care.
Your memory wont leave me alone...
your memory has its own cell phone.

Brrring... brrring... hello, oh it's you.
Yeah, your calls always get through.
It's 4 a.m., you didn't know?
Yeah babe, I still love you so.
Yeah, call me.  Call me anytime.
Baby, call me... use the private line.

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