Philmore Lyrics
"Mobile Telephones"

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I hear that on a date she'll make you wait,
'Cause she thinks it takes an hour to be fashionably late.
When sooner comes to later,
You'll love her or you'll hate her
But I can't imagine any guy would miss a chance to date her.

(do-do-do-do-do-do) x 4

No rice, no dice, she won't think twice,
If she doesn't like the waiter, then she won't be nice.
I could write myself a letter, to persuade my friend I'd met her,
But I don't think they would fall for it...
I think that they'd know better.

They woke up.
They spoke up.
They broke up.
On Moblile Telephones...

She don't give half a chance to other guys,
If I had half a nerve I'd probably try...

(do-do-do-do-do-do) x 4

The game's the same, but I'm afraid,
'Cause I don't know all the rules and never really learned to play.
I thought that I'd forgot her 'til I saw her in the water,
Then my heart seized and my car keys went
Down...
down....
down....
And as she swam away, my mind replayed
All the witty conversation I should have made.
So I'll cut her picture from the front page of the Sunday paper
And attach her to my wall with a staple,
Or I'll tape her....

They woke up.
They spoke up.
They broke up....
On Mobile Telephones.

They woke up.
They spoke up.
They broke up....
On Mobile Telephones

She don't give half a chance to other guys,
If I had half a nerve I'd probably try...

do do do do do do
do do do do do do
do do do do do do
do do do do do......
This song is from the album "The Bare Truth About Philmore".