Text: Reel Big Fish. Everything Sucks. Call You.

Got the telephone in my hand
Call up tonight
Planned every word I'll say
I'm gonnna do it right
Maybe I'll wait a little longer
Maybe I'm not ready yet
Where did I put that number?
How could I ever, ever forget?

I try but I hang up every time
To call you girl and make you mine
Pick it up I'll have it made
Call you now, I won't be afraid

Got the telephone in my hand
Cord around my neck
I'm not really ready to die
See maybe I'll give it one more try
Maybe I'll call tomorrow
She probably won't be home
Maybe I like sitting here
Maybe I like being all alone

I try but I hang up every time
To call you girl and make you mine
Pick it up I'll have it made
Call you now and I won't be afraid

Everything will be all right
I won't see you tonight
Everything will be all right
I know it's not the end of the world
It's just, just, just another little girl

Everything will be all right
All right

I try but I hang up every time
Call you girl and make you mine
Leave a message, don't know what to say
I don't wanna talk to you
I don't wanna talk to you anyway