A burden on an armchair
An open book but a void stare
The smell of wait filling the air
I just can't pretend I do not care

Lost in thoughts about that lad
The very thoughts I sooner had
Is that a call? I'm turning mad

I just shouldn't
Promise that I won't
But then … I do…

Pick up the phone, dial 3 1 2
Now fearing that I might bother you
Am I too fast, is it too new

I just doubt, I just doubt
I just fidget in my head

Danger signal lighting red
Ring off and write a song instead
Here are the words that would be said

Let me be your woman
Now and times again
Now and times again
Again

Let me be your woman
Now and times again
Now and times again