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Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gal.
Send me a kiss by wire.
Baby, my heart’s on fire.
If you refuse me, honey, you’ll lose me, then you’ll be left alone.
Oh baby, telephone, and tell me I’m your own.
You call me on the telephone, you tell me that you’re all alone.
But I know you’re just lying through your teeth, you dirty rascal.
How could you except me to believe the lies you hand me?
You went out with that blonde again, now do you understand me?
You broke my heart and made me cry with all your phony alibis.
But I could see the lipstick on your shirt, you dirty polecat.
Telephone, and tell me I’m your own.