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Person to Person - The (Hypothetical) Prophets



     
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Come on home
Don't write no letter,
Don't even telephone
I want you person to person,
Bring your own fine self on home
Don't sent me no message,
You know that I'm all alone
I want you person to person,
Bring your own fine foxy self home
Ain't no use to telephonin' me
I can't love no telephone
All the time you're telephonin' me
You could be coming home, ooh baby
Ain't no use to sent no letter,
I can't hold no paper tight

Ain't no use to sent no message,
it can't talk to me all night
Now it no use send your brother
I ain't gonna talk to no one else
Ain't no use send your mother
You've just got to come home yourself
Little girl I have someone since you been gone
I want you person to person,
Bring your fine foxy self on home
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written by TEDDY MC RAE, CHARLES SINGLETON
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Lead by Bernard Szajner and Karel Beer, these Prophets were probably the most daring - and most underrated - French band of the early 80s. Their mish-mash of proto-sampling, electronic sounds and weird instrumentations is still compelling today.


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