Call Me, Call Me
Crazy
If their is one breathing angel left in the universe
I do plead
Tell the gal to call me
If she has a heart, even of coal
Let me be the furnace
To burn her passions
If she doesn’t care
Let me care for both
Let the clouds carry us away
If I am a fool
Let me dream
Of a magical time and place
When I listened to her sweet beautiful grace
Her voice the melody
Of my fantasy
Let me be
Let my love free
Call me and whisper to me
Sweet nothings
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