Lyrics

Heyyy She left without leaving her number Said she needed to clear her mind He figured she'd gone back to London Cos she talked about it all the time It was almost a year before she called him up Three rings and an answering machine is what she got If you calling bout the car I sold it If this is Tuesday night I'm roaming If u got something to sell you're wasting your time am not buying If is anybody else wait for the tone You know what to do And P.S. if this is London I still love you Hey The telephone fell to the counter She heard but she couldn't believe What kinda man will hang on that long What kinda love that must be She waited three days And then she tried again She didn't know what she'll say But she heard three rings and then If it's Friday night; am out to the ball game First thing Saturday if it don't rain Am heading out to the lake And I'll be gone all weekend long But I'll call you back when I get home on Sunday afternoon And P.S. if this is London Then I still love you This time she left her number But not another word Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening This is what he heard If you calling bout my heart Its still yours I should've listened to it a little more Then it wouldn't have taken me so long To know where I belong And by the way boy This is no machine you're talking to Can't you tell: this is London And Iiiiiii still love you
Writer(s): Hanif Williams, Alex Hart, Michael Bradley, Ian Watson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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