Lyrics:

i tell myself what's done is donei tell myself don't be a foolplay the field have a lot of funit's easy when you play it cooli tell myself don't be a chumpwho cares, let him stay awaythat's when the phone rings and i jumpand as i grab the phone i praylet it please be him, oh dear godit must be him or i shall dieor i shall dieoh hello, hello my dear godit must be him but it's not himand then i diethat's when i dieafter a while, i'm myself againi take the pieces off the floorput my heart on the shelf againyou'll never hurt me anymorei'm not a puppet on a stringi'll find somebody else somedaythat's when the phone rings, and once againi start to praylet it please be him, oh dear godit must be him , it must be himor i shall die, or i shall dieoh hello, hello my dear godit must be him but it's not himand then i diethat's when i die