Lady On The Phone - Nik Kershaw

Two-thirty on a Monday morning, I go

No particular worry or care

Down Santa Monica Boulevard, real slow

Just to see if that lady’s still there

I don’t know if I should

But maybe I could ask her something

I wonder 'bout the place she calls her home

You’re not alone

Lady on the phone

Who are you calling

Who are you talking to now

Lady on the phone

Who knows your number

Who lives in your world and how

So another day comes round, life goes

On and lady’s still making that call

No need to tell her there’s a world out there

She knows

She just doesn’t seem worried at all

I see someone in there

Beauty with the reddest of hair

And maybe not such a long, long time ago

You’re not alone

When there are no more dimes to spend

Do operators call you friend

Does anybody know your name

Call me I’ll play your game

I know

You’re not alone