Come To Me
I had a telephone call,
a lonely girl I knew.
I hadn't thought about her
in a long long time.
She didn't really say much,
a line or maybe two
but when she finished talking
I thought she was mine.
She said:
Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me).
I really want to see you one more time.
Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me).
I really want to see you one more time.
I took a trip to her house,
and guess just what I saw?
A pile of guys were waiting,
standing by her door.
Some of them were strangers,
some I knew from school.
The telecom then crackled,
and it buzzed us through.
It said:
Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me).
I really want to see you one more time.
Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me).
I really want to see you one more time.
(solo)
Inside there was a body,
a pencil written note,
an empty box of poison
lying by her side.
And on a tape recorder,
and on the answer phone,
an everlasting message
playing since she died.
It said:
Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me).
I really want to see you one more time.
Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me).
I really want to see you one more time.
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