by James McDuffie
3/17/2003

Your on the phone,
Im all alone.

I hear you chat,
About this and that,

But I have no way,
To know what you say.

I wish I understood more,
But sometimes Chinese is a bore.

One day I will be able to evesdrop,
And play my part as an underground cop.

Now I have music with which to listen,
It takes my mind off what I am missing,

Which is you,
And only you.

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