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When the phone is busy    
     I know its the kids
But my first thought is this
     So, to who is talking?
     To who is he speaking?
     Telling a story,
     Telling a dream,
     Telling he loves,
     Forgetting about me.

When the phone rings busy
     When its tied up all night
My last thought is really
     Its a school project at best
     Telecommunications functions, for sure
     A dial up modeum,
     Two teenaged girls
     Emails to answer
     Forgetting about me.

When the phone rings through
     His sweet voice on the line
My farthest thought was what?
     It all goes away
     It all melts away
     He tells me a story,
     He tells me his day,
     He tells me he loves me,
     Never forgetting about me.