You Shouldn't Have Called Songtext
von Peter Liddle

A single calfskin glove
My burning love keeps turning up in the early hours
Disrobed so easily to show me
She has all I need within her powers
And I don′t know myself
I put my health on hold for her
I let go for her

Oh, lover, you shouldn't have called
Oh, lover, you shouldn′t have called


The slaughter of your friend
It need not be some grand event as you see now
My childish self-esteem
Will quietly abandon me through the back of the house
I'm English to a fault
Some ancient thought still rules my brain
And I can't complain

Oh, lover, you shouldn′t have called
Oh, lover, you shouldn′t have called
Oh, lover, you shouldn't have called
Oh, lover, you shouldn′t have