I tell myself, what's done is done.
I tell myself, don't be a fool.
It's easy when you play it cool.
I tell myself, don't be a chum,
who cares, let him stay away
Then when the phone rings,
and as I grab the phone I pray
oh dear God, it must be him,
Oh, hello, hello, my dear God
It must be him, but it's not him
After a while, I myself again
I'd pick the pieces off the floor
Put my heart on the shelf again,
he'll never hurt me anymore.
I'm not a puppet on a string,
I'll find somebody new someday.
But when the phone began to ring,
and once again I start to pray.
O dear God, it must be him,
Hello, hello, my dear God,
or I shall die, or I shall die.