Mobile Telephones — текст песни (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