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 Oh Baby pick up the phone

 because I'm drunk and alone

 and I need someone to take me home

 and I wish it was you

 Well get me out of this place

 Cause I've got blood on my face

 And I'm gettin tired of the taste

 Of my own shoe

 But how in the devil

 I get into trouble

 I don't think I'll ever be sure

 But the one thing I'm sure of

 is there's no love like your love

 So come on

 Well it was a God-awful scene

 At the bar down on King's

 In fact this whole night's been

troubling to say the least

 Phony friends, phony names

 Exchanging numbers, playing games

 Well I guess I should do the same

 But it's just not me

 But how in the devil

 I get into trouble

 I don't think I'll ever be sure

 But the one thing I'm sure of

 is there's no love like your love

 So come on

 So come on

 Quit draggin me down

 Come on

 I'm waiting around

 for you to come and get me out of here

 Come on, stop thinking about it

 Come on, you know I'm working it out

 And I don't think I can wait another year