I tell myself, what's done is done
I tell myself, don't be a fool
Play the field, have a lot of fun
It's easy when you play it coolI tell myself, don't be a chump
Who cares, let him stay away
That's when the phone rings and I jump
And as I grab the phone, I prayLet it please be him, oh dear God
It must be him, it must be him
Or I shall die, or I shall dieOh hello, hello, my dear God
It must be him but it's not him
And then I die, that's when I dieAfter a while I'm myself again
I pick the pieces off the floor
Put my heart on the shelf again
You'll never hurt me anymoreI'm not a puppet on a string
I'll find somebody else someday
That's when the phone rings
And once again I start to prayLet it please be him, oh dear God
It must be him , it must be him
Or I shall die, or I shall dieOh hello, hello, my dear God
It must be him but it's not him
And then I die, again I dieLet it please be him, oh dear God
It must be him , it must be him
Or I shall die, or I shall die
Songwriters
BECAUD, GILBERT FRANCOIS LEOPOLD / VIDALIN, MAURICE ALFRED MARIE / DAVID, MACKPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group