Baby pick up the phone
because I´m drunk and alone
and I need someone to take me home
and I wish it was you

Well get me out of this place
Cause I´ve got blood on my face
And I´m gettin tired of the taste
Of my own shoe

But how in the devil
I get into trouble
I don´t think I´ll ever be sure
But the one thing I´m sure of
is there´s no love like your love

So come on
Quit draggin me down
Come on
I´m waiting around
for you to come and get me out of here

Well it was a God-awful scene
At the bar down on King
In fact this whole night´s been
troubling to say the least

Phony friends, phony names
Exchanging numbers, playing games
Well I guess I should do the same
But it´s just not me

(chorus)

Come on, stop thinking about it
Come on, you know I´m working it out
And I don´t think I can wait another year