At the doorway of my heart. All the leaves are falling down. And though I try to pick them up. There's so many I think I'll drown. . Ten days have come and gone.
Lyin' in my bed. Thoughts in my head. Visions of you. But I can't get through the night. . So pick up the phone. I know you're home. You're playin' with my heart.
Come'on baby, fais-moi une chanson. Réponds au moins au téléphone. Je sais bien que ton occupation. Préférée c'est d'avoir du fun. . Mais moi j'ai besoin de ma chanson.