100 lyrics for "So pick up the P-H-O-N-E"
And you should know, please believe me I've picked up the phone a thousand times And tried to dial your number, but it's been so long It's never easy, it's like tryin' to spin the world the other way But for the way we let it end What can I say? What can
PlayLet'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
PlaySometimes 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
PlayYeah take back control, and don't let it go, 'Cause I got my own (definition of destiny) The future's unknown (definition of destiny) So cut to the chase, it's time to escape Before it's too late Yeah pick up the pace, catch up with fate It's slipping
PlaySo 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
PlayBeautiful little fools That's what us girls are destined for Born to be adored We're all just born to be adored Where is the feminine race? Where are these so-called independent women? Who pick up their flaws And let the world in Where are these girls?
PlayPlay me a song People said he was useless Them people all were fools To ever play the blues Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew Well, I got your drinkin' money Tune up your Dobro 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker Well, I used to wake the mornin'
PlayPicked up where I left off, four-three-two-one lift off (yeah) Went to get the broom, I had to beat a bitch off (whoa) People get so crazy when you're rich and famous (ay) But I ain't no jackpot hoe, and this ain't Vegas Okay, let's get it Ay, don't be
PlayShaped yellow light And it picks you up And cuts you down to size In the painted faces congregate In the mating season The seconds homes They go alone In no rush leave 'em And there's a fountain
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