Вершы: Micky Green. Honky Tonk. Whetever.

You make my heartstrings ring
like an unanswered telephone
call.
Let your message at the tone
well I don't leave it at all.
I pretend that I don't care I
start to let it slack.
But all I really want is for
you to call back...

It doesn't have to be a game,
Its too easy just to play
and that depends on anyway,
on if I stay...
so you could call me back and
we could get back on track...
I remember where we stopped
so we could start at that.
And I wish it weren't so
complicated.
Its not our fault that we're
ill-fated.

See if you truly wanted to
please me
I probably want to leave
But you only give me what I
need
Maybe the reason wy I can't
give you up
Though I'm always on the cusp
I never know what to think of
us

Machan, you're my man
Machan, you're my man

You always playing hard to
get...
Cause you know how to get me
wet. Huh

It doesn't have to be a game
Its too easy just to play
and that depends on anyway,
On if I stay...

So you can call me back and
we can get back on track
I remember where we stopped
so we can start at that.
And I wish it weren't so
complicated.
But baby were ill-fated

Liar, Liar, Levi's on fire
Got the flame to shirt
You had to put it out with
dirt
What you think about that Mr
I'm spectaculor Ejaculator
doesn't take a calculator to
add it all up. Motherhuh, uh

It doesn't have to be a game...

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