Every night your line is busy,
All that buzzin' makes me dizzy.
Couldn't count on all my fingers
All the dates you had with swingers.
Bye-bye.
Bye, baby.
I'm gonna kiss you goodbye
And walk right through that doorway.
So long.
I'm leaving.
This is the last time we'll meet
On the street going your way.
Don't look surprised--
You know you've buttered your bread.
Now it's fair
You should stare
At the back of my head.
If you write a letter to me,
My former friend
Don't you end
With an R.S.V.P.
