Sometimes when I am down and feeling blue
Just standing here counting the raindrops hitting my shoes
I know that I am short of seven digits...hugging you
Operator, darn it...put me through
You see...I don't like living on the edge
Because my father died and I lost every single bet
I can only dream of your lipstick...glossy red
Operator, darn it...dial the seven digits inside my head
I am lying here in the desert sand
They shipped me out this morning...destination Iran
Operator, darn it...let me hear her voice again
The medic is applying bandages, the priest is saying prayers
No Saint Peter...I don't want to go there
Operator, darn it...this is not fair
Jesus, Mary and Joseph...a phrase I whispered a million times
Please...don't disconnect this telephone line
Operator, darn it...I can feel those tears that she cries
My breath is getting short...I feel that I am losing my life
Operator, darn it...I told her that I would make her my wife
This is one battle I know that I cannot afford to lose
Operator, darn it...DON'T YOU TELL HER THE NEWS
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