The Telephone Song

The Telephone Song

Hello, babe
Oh, it's you
Oh, man, yeap, my goodness, it's good babe...
To hear your voice
You're way across the ocean and I'm way over here
And my love jones is coming down
I just have you no where near me, babe
I need you
Let's talk this thing out and get this thing together
No more arguments, babe
Just me and you

I remember that time when me and you was layin' down together
Side by side
And your love just hit me so strong
I want you, babe
Come on home
It can't be this way no more

I'm tired of fighting, babe
We don't need a fight no more
We're acting like fools, babe
Two fools, two fools in love

I brought you a ticket, babe
But you'll never gotta own that plane
We're acting like fools, babe
Two fools, two fools in love

I wanna make right
All that I've done wrong
And pick up the pieces
And carry on

I wanna make right
All that I've done wrong
Cause love don’t find a chance
Unless it’s true and strong

C'mon, babe
Give me your love, babe, c'mon, c'mon

I wanna make right
All that I've done wrong
And pick up the pieces
And carry on

Gotta make it right
Gotta make it right
C'mon babe