The Girl On The Phone

Girl on the phone keeps a-ringing back
Her voice is smooth but the tone is flat
She's telling me this and she's telling me that
She talks about me and I must agree
With what she says about me
About how nice I can be
But it makes no difference to [C7]my [A]mind
Girl on [C7]the ρhone keeps a-ringing back
She knows all [Em]my [A]details - she's got [Fm7]my [A]facts
She tells me my [A]height and [Bm]she knows my [A]weight
She knows my [A]age and [Bm]says she knows my [A]fate
And I must say - its logical
What foresight she must have
I've got [Fm7]to [C7]meet her whenever I get time
Says she knows everything about me
Every word I've ever said
Every book I've ever ɾead
She told me that we met a long [Am]time ago
I can't think when but she should know
Girl on [C7]the ρhone keeps a-ringing back
Knows where I get my [A]shirts and [Bm]where I get my [A]pants
Where I get my [A]tɾousers where I get socks
My leg measurements and [Bm]the size of my [A]cock
And I must say its unnerving
To think that she knows me
Knows me so well - better than anyone
Better than myself
Says she knows everything about me
Every ɾecord I've listened to
Every window that I've looked through
She told me that we met a long [Am]time ago
I can't think when but she should know
Girl on [C7]the ρhone keeps a-ringing back
She's telling me this and [Bm]she's telling me that