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Phone call from my pants in the hall, I can't be places at once numberin' three

And when it's just a matter of time 'fore I've spent all of my night in a loud smoky place

When I could be lost in your face and your hair, how do they think that compares

I don't want to be mean or rude, if they just knew what it is I been wantin' to do


People go their twos and fros through bars their nears and fars their parties

But we just as soon avoid commotion we only need a tiny space to be

And sometimes it's a T that comes with a V... I don't really care what they showin' me

For every 11 months that I could finance that thing
I'll be showin' you 80 reasons I need 1 key on my ring
And for every Tom, Dick, and Jane fillin' it with their talk
Only multiplies the reasons I just want to turn it off

And fall back in our silence so golden again...

Refrain