The Telephone Song - Charles Bradley, Menahan Street Band

Hello, baby

Oh, it’s you

Ah, man, yep, I do;

this is…

To hear your voice, you know

You’re way across the ocean and I’m way over here

And my love jones is coming down

I just have you no where near me, baby

I need you here

Let’s talk this thing out and get this thing together

No more arguments, baby

It’s me and you

I remember that time when me and you was layin' down together, side by side

And your love just hit me so strong

I want you, baby

Come on home

It can’t be this way no more

I’m tired of fighting, baby

We don’t need to fight no more

We actin' like fools, baby

Two fools, two fools in love

I bought you a ticket, baby

But you never got on that plane

We actin' like fools, baby

Two fools, two fools in love

I wanna make right, all that I’ve done wrong

And pick up the pieces and carry on

I wanna make right, all that I’ve done wrong

‘Cos love don’t stand a chance

Unless it’s true and strong

C’mon, baby, ooh…

Give me your love, baby, c’mon, c’mon

I wanna make right, all that I’ve done wrong

And pick up the pieces and carry on

Gotta make it right, ooh

Gotta make it right, c’mon, baby

Gotta make it right, ooh

Gotta make it right, ooh

Gotta make it right, ooh baby

C’mon baby, oh