The Voice On the Other End of the Line
The voice on the other end of the line
Always seems to make me lose track of time.
We sit and talk for hours.
That’s how I know his power.
Everything around me including the clocks just fades away,
When I find myself lost in every word he has to say.
I really don’t want to fall,
But somehow I always look forward to his call.
The voice on the other end of the line
Always seems to make me lose track of time.
He makes me laugh when I want to cry.
Talking to him, I never look forward to saying goodbye.
I tell things I don’t usually tell.
Somehow I am caught in his spell.
Then when he talks dirty from his bed,
He makes me giggle and turn red.
The voice on the other end of the line
Always seems to make me lose track of time.
He is so gentle and nice.
I actually quit talking to other guys.
He scares me and pleases me.
The truth is I’m not quit sure what he sees in me.
He’s my chocolate milk god.
The one with the hot bod.
The voice on the other end of the line
Always seems to make me lose track of time.
He’s one of a kind.
He is all mine.
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