Telephone

A lucky strike from an empty pack

A longing from my lonely heart

And it tells me, babe

I shouldn't be left alone

A drunken guy walking home

Is all I see from my window

And it tells me, babe

I shouldn't be left alone

I shouldn't be left alone

A sorry smile on my face

A fallen angel calls for grace

And it tells me, babe

I shouldn't be left alone

A coward's heart in my chest

A summer's night left to rest

And it tells me, babe

I shouldn't be left alone

Sweet summer sun

I can't make you leave

And tells me

I'm hiding

This bottle of wine

Is almost empty now

And tells me, and it tells me

I shouldn't be left alone

I shouldn't be left alone

Beautiful girl on the telephone

Speaking a language I don't understand

And it tells me, babe

I shouldn't be left alone

The streets are empty and the moon is full

The drinker life takes its toll

And now, I know I am all alone

It tells me, babe

Shouldn't be left alone

I shouldn't be left alone

Shouldn't be left alone

Shouldn't be left alone