Текст песни Philmore - Mobile Telephones
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I hear that on a date she`ll make you wait`Cause she thinks it takes an hour to be fashionably lateWhen sooner comes to later you will love her or you`ll hate herBut I can`t imagine any guy would miss a chance to date herNo rice, no dice, she won`t think twiceIf she doesn`t like the waiter then she won`t be niceI could write myself a letter to persuade my friends I met herBut I don`t think they would fall for it, I think that they`d know betterThey woke upThey spoke upThey broke up on mobile telephonesThe game`s the same but I`m afraid`Cause I don`t know all the rules and never really learned to playI thought that I`d forgot her `til I saw her in the waterThen my heart seized and my car keys went down, down, downAnd as she swam away my mind replayedAll the witty conversation I should have madeSo I`ll cut her picture from the front page of the Sunday paperAnd attach her to my wall with a staple or I`ll tape herShe don`t give half a chance to other guysIf I had half a nerve I`d probably try