The sun goes down another night
You've left me here alone
You still don't know I understand
Just what's been going on
When morning comes your conscience
Makes your hand pick up the phone
Don't call me your darling
From another woman's home
How would you like someone's arms
Around me while you're gone?
And see him touch my lips
And share the true love you have known
Someday the phone will ring
And you will find your girl has gone
Don't call me your darling
From another woman's home
How would you like someone's arms
Around me while you're gone?
And see him touch my lips
And share the true love you have known
Someday the phone will ring
And you will find your girl has gone
Don't call me your darling
From another woman's home

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