Every night your line is busy All that buzzin' makes me dizzy Couldn't count on all my fingers All the dates you had with swingers Bye-bye Bye, baby I'm gonna kiss you goodbye And walk right through that doorway So long I'm leaving This is the last time we'll meet On the street going your way Don't look surprised-- You know you've buttered your bread Now it's fair You should stare At the back of my head If you write a letter to me My former friend Don't you end With an R.S.V. p
