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John Parr

Makin' Love To Your Answer Machine

 

Makin' Love To Your Answer Machine

(album: Under Parr - 1996)


Call me, the lady said call me
She left the number, written on the wall
A hundred times I've called it
Noon and night and morning
It's ringing off the wall

Call me, you say any time call me
Leave a little message
Just wanna hear your sweet voice
Every time I dial it
Your damn machine keeps whining
On and on, leave a message at the tone

She ain't in, she's not home
But I swear, I bet you're not alone
You're with him, I can tell
You don't care
Girl, I know you oh so well
I ain't crying, I ain't green
'Cause I'm sick an tired of
Making love to your answer machine

Call me, you must be joking baby
Screw you, you had me by the balls
Girl, I got your number
They had you listed under
Cruel and mean
By the way screw your answer machine

You ain't in, you're not home
But I swear, I bet you're not alone
You're with him, I can tell
You don't care
Girl, I know you oh so well
I ain't crying, I ain't green
And I'm sick and tired of
Making love to your answer machine
Listen baby
Won't you please pick up the phone
Don't keep me hanging on the line
Got a mean operator
Chewing at my ear, says I'm down
Yes I'm down, too many times

I can't eat, I can't sleep
I'm making love, to your answer machine
All day, all night
But you, you don't hear a word I say
Baby I'm yours, it's obscene
And I'm sick and tired
Of your machine

She ain't in, she's not home
Yeah, I swear, I know you're not alone
You're with him, you don't care
So much pain, hurting more than I can bare
Baby, I'm yours, it's obscene
I keep making love to your machine
I'm obsessed, set me free
'Cause I'm sick and tired of
Making love to your answer machine

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