If we end this little game
Would you even remember my name
Would it even inhabit your brain at all
At all
If we separate in two
Would you even have a little clue
Have a clue about who I was to you, would you recall
Would you recall
Something bout this weather now
Is causing me to fold
You were always my favorite dancer
I dial my favorite number and I hear the dial tone
I wait a minute but there's no answer
If we end this little game
Baby would you still remember my name
Or would my memory evacuate your brain in the fall
In the fall
If we call it all a day
Would you even have anything to say
About our love broken down into a Lily scented pulp
Down to a pulp
Something bout this weather now
Is causing me to fold
You were always my favorite dancer
I dial my favorite number and I hear the dial tone
I wait a minute but there's no answer
Something bout this weather’s got me feeling twice as old
You were always my muse, my romancer
I dial those seven numbers, greeted by the dial tone
I wait a minute but there's no answer
No answer
No answer
No answer
No answer
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