Telephone

A lucky strike from an empty pack
A longing from my lonely heart
And it tells me, babe
I shouldn't be left alone

A drunken guy walking home
Is all I see from my window
And it tells me, babe
I shouldn't be left alone

I shouldn't be left alone

A sorry smile on my face
A fallen angel calls for grace
And it tells me, babe
I shouldn't be left alone

A coward's heart in my chest
A summer's night left to rest
And it tells me, babe
I shouldn't be left alone

Sweet summer sun
I can't make you leave
And tells me
I'm hiding
This bottle of wine
Is almost empty now
And tells me, and it tells me
I shouldn't be left alone

I shouldn't be left alone

Beautiful girl on the telephone
Speaking a language I don't understand
And it tells me, babe
I shouldn't be left alone

The streets are empty and the moon is full
The drinker life takes its toll
And now, I know I am all alone

It tells me, babe
Shouldn't be left alone

I shouldn't be left alone

Shouldn't be left alone

Shouldn't be left alone