Lyrics:

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 cool'
I 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 pray

'Let it please be him
Oh dear God it must be him
It must be him, or I shall die

I shall die'
After a while I'm myself again
I pick the pieces off the floor
I put my heart on the shelf again
He'll never hurt me anymore

I'm not a puppet on a string
I'll find somebody new someday
That's when the phone begins to ring
And once again I start to pray

'Let it please be him
Oh dear God it must be him
It must be him, or I shall die

I shall die
Oh, hello, hello
My dear God, it must be him
But it's not him, and then I die

Again I die
Oh, hello, hello
My dear God, it must be him
But it's not him, and then I die

Again I die
I shall die'
(transcribed by Roman )
Shirley Bassey It Must Be Him