Phone calls
Hi baby
I´m sitting here and waiting for You
You told me yesterday
You are coming att seven o´clock
It´s now quarter to seven
And You are not here yet
Where are You honey
I´m missing You
The clock it´s now five past seven
I miss You my dear
Hi sweetheart
I´m sitting here
And getting more and more drunk
I´m on my third whiskey now
What are You doing?
Are You coming soon?
It´s nine o´clock now
And I´m still sitting alone
I´m feeling like an ugly duck
I´m alone
Lonely Lonely
Where are You?
I guess
You are not coming
You are fucking salavan bitch
I´m been waiting for You almost three hours
And You are still not answering me
What happened?
Now it´s almost the midnight
I´ve had done a half bottle off whiskey
And my leggs are not bearing me anymore
You gona have to come and get me
Othervise...
I don´t know
Now it´s twelve o´clock
What kind off whore are You
I´m thinking You have know feelings for me
Now It´s FINNISH
You know what that meens
Or should I spell it for You
I´m taking the taxi home
Don´t never ever call me
Hi sweetheart
It´s three o´clock on the morning
It´s me and I´m still loving You
And now I´m crying