Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

(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

Picture me upon your knee, Just tea for two and two for tea, Just you for me and me for you, alone! Nobody near us, To see us or hear us, No friends or relations On weekend vacations We won't have it known, dear, That we own a telephone.

Just tea for two And two for tea Just me for you And you for me alone Nobody near us to see us or hear us No friends or relations On weekend vacations We won't have it known That we own a telephone, dear