Mobile Telephones Lyrics - Singles - Philmore

I hear that on a date she'll make you wait 

'Cause she thinks it takes an hour to be fashionably late 

When sooner comes to later you will love her or you'll hate her 

But I can't imagine any guy would miss a chance to date her 

No rice, no dice, she won't think twice 

If she doesn't like the waiter then she won't be nice 

I could write myself a letter to persuade my friends I met her 

But I don't think they would fall for it, I think that they'd know better 

They woke up 

They spoke up 

They broke up on mobile telephones 

The game's the same but I'm afraid 

'Cause I don't know all the rules and never really learned to play 

I thought that I'd forgot her 'til I saw her in the water 

Then my heart seized and my car keys went down, down, down 

And as she swam away my mind replayed 

All the witty conversation I should have made 

So I'll cut her picture from the front page of the Sunday paper 

And attach her to my wall with a staple or I'll tape her 

She don't give half a chance to other guys 

If I had half a nerve I'd probably try