Sitting by the telephone, you'd better call me up, you'd better call me up, you'd better pick me up
Gave away my number but you didn't write enough, you didn't write enough, you didn't write enough
Don't know what to do sometimes cos my mind keeps running away
Maybe if you called me back I'd stay for a couple of days

You wrote out my number and walked away
Open-mouthed I didn't know what to say

You whisper in my ear and say you've always got my back, always got my back, you never had my back
Jealousy kicks in and then you're ready to attack, you're ready to attack, my hands behind my back
In comes Lady Snakehips now with her eyes as blue as the moon
Drinks fifteen tequila shots and passes out in my room

You wrote out my number and walked away
Open-mouthed I didn't know what to say

You wrote out my number and walked away
Open-mouthed I didn't know what to say