The Phone Call
You fidget and squirm
your hands even shake
use all of that effort
the call you must make
You dial it once
with receiver held down
you try it again,
but you feel like a clown
You practice your lines
you wonder aloud
Should we try it alone
or go out in a crowd?
Next thing you know
with a deep breath you call
She's on the line
your back's to the wall
your nerves are straining
your vocal chords dried
you fumble around,
but conversation's died
You get up the courage
you ask of her plans
She tells you she's busy
love's back in your hands
your hands even shake
use all of that effort
the call you must make
You dial it once
with receiver held down
you try it again,
but you feel like a clown
You practice your lines
you wonder aloud
Should we try it alone
or go out in a crowd?
Next thing you know
with a deep breath you call
She's on the line
your back's to the wall
your nerves are straining
your vocal chords dried
you fumble around,
but conversation's died
You get up the courage
you ask of her plans
She tells you she's busy
love's back in your hands
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