three in the morning tossing anf turning its late, just cant rest, im waiting for the phone to ring.. will you call, ring my phone.. girl i hope you did not forget me..
This stupid production is making me think. That history's drawn in invisible ink. Too many graves and not enough houses. Not enough men and too many mouses.
The ruthless turbaned bandit. Turns his back upon the cradle. As angry as you ever can recall. And even though it's raining. You're yet to join the flowers on the wall.
Call me lady, call me when you get a chance. . Three in the morn, tossing and turning. It's late. Just can't rest, I'm waiting for the phone to ring. Will you call? Ring my phone?.