A ringing phone must be answered

The ringing doesn't stop
I wish it did
I don't know why I looked at the phone
And felt dread

I liked her voice
She was really nice
She asked how I'm doing and if I'm well
I said I couldn't talk, I'm at work

She said she didn't want to keep me long
She just called to tell me
You were with her last night...

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