wrote, “You’re the one for me, my dear, there’ll never be another.
Why don’t you stay with me tonight, we'll watch the setting sun?
We'll stay up all the night, my dear, together we'll be one.
I’ll cook you eggs for breakfast and I’ll bring it to our bed.
A glass of milk, a cup of tea, or orange juice instead.
And as the morning rays shoot through the curtains on the wall,
I’ll whisper in your ear, my dear, you are my one and all."
Then Bobby Tillman waited for his lover’s sweet reply,
and when it came he read it fast, then fell back with a sigh.
It said, “Although your invitation makes me stop and ponder,
I think you’ve erred in one small way. I’m sorry. Wrong number.”
We'll stay up all the night, my dear, together we'll be one.
I’ll cook you eggs for breakfast and I’ll bring it to our bed.
A glass of milk, a cup of tea, or orange juice instead.
And as the morning rays shoot through the curtains on the wall,
I’ll whisper in your ear, my dear, you are my one and all."
Then Bobby Tillman waited for his lover’s sweet reply,
and when it came he read it fast, then fell back with a sigh.
It said, “Although your invitation makes me stop and ponder,
I think you’ve erred in one small way. I’m sorry. Wrong number.”
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