Telephone

Sippin' on the wine glass she's holdin' tight

Doing anything to make her feel alright

And the bottle's almost gone

Reachin' for a Marlboro behind her bed

Cries a little more and puts it down instead

And dials up my phone

Ain't no telling what she's stirring up inside of her little head

And this is what she says:

Baby, I can't do this

Can you please just get me through this tonight?

It's 2 A.M., I'm all alone

And you already picked up the telephone

And I was hoping you could make me smile

And you could stay for a little while

Well, I know what you want, it's a night full of sin

I bet the door's unlocked and I could walk right in

Pretty as a picture, put you up on the wall

Well, I gotta skip town real early in the morning

Singing these songs for another sad girl, yeah,

That I can't tell no

All I know is that I ain't sleepin' in my own bed

And this is what she says:

Baby, I can't do this

Can you please just get me through this tonight?

It's 2 A.M., I'm all alone

And you already picked up the telephone

And I was hoping you could make me smile

And you could stay for a little while

SOLO

And she says:

Baby, I can't do this

Can you please just get me through this tonight?

It's 2 A.M., and I'm all alone

And you already picked up the telephone

And I know that you could make me smile

So baby, stay for a little while