Call Me..

	I wonder if I'll ever tell you
	How lost I am when you dont call,
	How I think of nothing else at all,
	Feeling a little lonely and blue.

	I know you wouldnn't ever guess,
	Thinking you're only a simple friend,
	Not knowing how I've come to depend,
	For your smiles and happiness.

	How  did it ever get this way,
	I am thinking to myself once more,
	What is it that I'm looking for,
	I don't think I'm even able to say.

	I should just call and say hello,
	We could talk of how our day has been,
	Or add to our little game again,
	I'll never do it though I know.	                          

	So I'll just wait and watch the phone,
	You'll call me when you get some time,
	The days will carry on just fine,
	With kids and pets, but still alone.

	So call me, call me, my silent plea,
	Let us talk and flirt our time away,
	We haven't talked in over a day,
	Please call my dear and talk to me.


		3 Dec 1992

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