Answer Your Phone Songtext
von Blond Guru

I′m at Waffle House, you're at Goodwill
I′m coming down from a weekend bender
You just blew your money from the dry cleaners
I knew something was up
When you didn't say a word from across the table
Don't play so dumb, and come forward


I′m in my bed, you′re lying next to me
You make a comment about how my
Cheeks turn red and I get flustered
Every time that you come over
If I was annoying surely you would tell me
And I'd act like you weren′t the reason I was happy

I'm at a friends house, you′re still grounded
I can't sleep ′cause of Jim Beam bourbon
I really thought I was drunk in love
I guess that we're both just drunk
It's a problem when it′s me
It′s amusing when it's you

Answer your phone every once in a while
So I don′t confess my love in a stupid voicemail
Answer your phone every once in a while
So I don't confess my love in a stupid voicemail
So I don′t confess my love in a stupid voicemail