She always talks to me
In such a pleasing voice
That i am content to be
The man of her choice.
It was love from the first
There was never any doubt
For me she hungers and thirsts
I never have to shout.
She always does have a ball
She's even quite a romancer
Ready, when ever I call
She's always quick to answer.
When we work or we play
She always gives it her all
She starts and ends my day
She's at my beck and call.
She listens to my every word
When I'm happy or I'm sad
I always know that I'm heard
You know that makes me glad.
Then you ask me why it tis
That I do not rush on home
Also you ask me who she is
Well she is my Telephone. . . . .
Nobody Special
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