mercredi, mars 31, 2010

 
"Hello, baby you called I can't hear a thing I have got no service in the club you say, say what did you say ? You're breaking up on me. Sorry, I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy. Just a second it's my favorite song they're gonna play and I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh ? You shoulda made some plans with me, you knew that I was free and now you won't stop calling me I'm kinda busy. Stop callin', stop callin'. I don't wanna think anymore I left my head & my heart on the dance-floor. Can call all you want but there's no one home and you're not gonna reach my telephone. 'Cause I'm out in the club & I'm sippin' that bub' and you're not gonna reach my telephone. Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone won't make me leave no faster, put my coat on faster, leave my girls no faster. I shoulda left my phone at home 'cause this is a disaster. Callin' like a collector. Sorry : I cannot answer. Not that I don't like you : I'm just at a party I am sick & tired of my phone ri-ringing. Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station Tonight I'm not takin no calls 'cause I'll be dancin' Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore. I got my head & my heart on the dance-floor. Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think anymore."

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