I was getting slightly intoxicated
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I was going half way out of my mind
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So I walked over to the pay phone and I waited
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For some helpful voice to come on the line
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And as I stood there I could see her face
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Bloodshot memory for a welcome mat
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And then a voice came from beyond time and space
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Said, "How can I help you? How can I help you?"
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Information, please my baby
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Information, please my baby
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Last I heard it she was out your way
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Grooming horses for the rodeo
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Here's her last name, but it might have changed
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I hope that it hasn't but you never know
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Last time I saw her didn't think to ask
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Truth to tell you is I did not know
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That just behind that faithful lover's mask
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She was waiting, she was waiting
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All I want for Christmas is a storybook ending
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Or at least an explanation why?
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And I'd say, "Baby, I'm just curious, were you pretending?
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Or was it all just a lie?"
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If by some miracle I made it through
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And heard her pretty voice smile back at me
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I know exactly what I'd do
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I'd tell her, "Baby please come back to me."
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On second thought I would act casual
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Act like I did not miss her face at all
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I'd say the only thing that makes me call
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Could you provide me with a little bit of . . .
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Information
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