So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I

Let's just blame it on love, blame it on love (blame it on love) Say that we won't be more than just friends I know that you're home, so pick up the phone 'Cause I wanna be where you are So let's just blame it on love When the rules fall apart Let's just

Many moni, say me say many, many, many How many mic's do we rip on the daily How many mic's do you rip on the daily Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many, many Pick up your microphones ha ha Pick up your microphones I get mad frustrated when I

Hello, hello, hello ‘Cause I just wanna hear you say hello Can you hear my heart beat through the phone? I just wanna hear you say hello Can you hear me love you through the phone? Girl, pick up your phone Staring at the ceiling, girl you got me dreaming

Just say you will, will, will Come through and chill, chill, chill Pick up the phone, show me it was real I wanna, all night (say it) I'm talkin' late-night for you Let me lay a great time on you I wanna, all night (uh-huh, uh-huh) I wanna, all night

Sometimes you can't make it on your own And it's you when I look in the mirror Listen to me now I need to let you know You don't have to go it alone And it's you when I don't pick up the phone Tough, you think you've got the stuff You're telling me and

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up