lunes, 3 de mayo de 2010

YOU're not gonna reach my telephone


Hello, hello, baby you called, I can’t hear a thing. I have got no service in the club, you see. What did you say? OH!, you’re breaking up on me. Sorry, I cannot hear you, I’m kinda busy. Just a second, it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play and I cannot text you with a drink in my hand. You should've made some plans with me, you knew that I was free. And now you won’t stop calling me. I’m kinda busy. Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna think anymore. I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor. Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna talk anymore. I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor. Stop telephonin’ me.
Can call all you want, but there’s no one home, and you’re not gonna reach my telephone. Out in the club, and I’m sipping that bub, and YOU'RE NOT GONNA REACH MY TELEPHONE.
Not that I don’t like you, I’m just at a party. And I am sick and tired of my phone ringing. Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I’m not taking no calls,
’cause I’ll be dancing.


You will hear this: "We’re sorry the number you have reached is not in service at this time. Please check the number or try your call again."
Bye Baby.

1 comentario:

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