Just a second it's my favorite song they're gonna play, and i can't text you with a drink in my hand. You shoulda make plans with me, you knew that i was free, and now you won't stop calling me i'm kinda busy. Stop calling, stop calling i don't wanna think anymore, i have my head and my heart on the dancefloor, stop telephoning me, cuz i'm out in the club and you're not gonna reach my telephone. Boy why you blown up my phone, won't let me leave no faster, put my coat on faster, leave my girls no faster, not that i don't like you i'm just at a party and i'm sick and tired of my phone r-ringing. Can call call all you want but there's no one home.
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