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Mobile Telephones

I hear that on a date she'll make you wait

'Cause she thinks it takes an hour to be fashionably late

When sooner comes to later you will love her or you'll hate her

But I can't imagine any guy would miss a chance to date herNo rice, no dice, she won't think twice

If she doesn't like the waiter then she won't be nice

I could write myself a letter to persuade my friends I met her

But I don't think they would fall for it, I think that they'd know betterThey woke up

They spoke up

They broke up on mobile telephonesThe game's the same but I'm afraid

'Cause I don't know all the rules and never really learned to play

I thought that I'd forgot her 'til I saw her in the water

Then my heart seized and my car keys went down, down, downAnd as she swam away my mind replayed

All the witty conversation I should have made

So I'll cut her picture from the front page of the Sunday paper

And attach her to my wall with a staple or I'll tape herShe don't give half a chance to other guys

If I had half a nerve I'd probably try

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