Every night your line is busy
All that buzzin' makes me dizzy
Couldn't count on all my fingers
All the dates you had with swingers
Bye-bye
Bye, baby
I'm gonna kiss you goodbye
And walk right through that doorway
So long
I'm leaving
This is the last time we'll meet
On the street going your way
Don't look surprised--
You know you've buttered your bread
Now it's fair
You should stare
At the back of my head
If you write a letter to me
My former friend
Don't you end
With an R.S.V. p