Girls & Telephones

Hey, how are you? I've called you like yesterday, the day before that. You okay? I mean, I'm here if you need me. Just call me back. Girl All alone Waiting by The telephone Oh, she's always Gone There's no one left at Home So the girl Leaves the home On its Own, And she goes Wearing Clothes just to show All the world That she's grown up good Grown Good Grown up good Hey, It's Me again. I left you like a thousand messages. Did you get them? Anyway, please just, just call me back. I hate it that disappear like this. Just please. Call Ringing phone But the Girl's already gone She's so young and she Throws In the phone so that she's got None to hold Boy burst the door At her home And he knows that she's gone And he runs in the sun To the bridge Where he will find That the girl crossed the Bone And she shows to all the world That The phone had been wrong And in fact she's Grown up Good Grown up Good Grown up Good