(He's calling) Well he sits up there on his leatherette Looks through pictures of the ones That he hasn't had yet When he thinks he wants a closer look He gets out his little black telephone book Come sit down here beside me honey Let's have a little

Talk to me, talk to me We ain't keeping no secrets Come get a little closer I wanna get to know ya Start with our sheets between us tonight Talk to me let's go deeper You already know I need ya I wanna see you leave on the lights I know I seen your face