(617)
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(617)
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213 girls talk too much
and 212 boys not enough
312s are very bold
And 206 gets way too cold
Doing shots I'm all alone
I slur my words after the tone
And I drink and I call...
I can't stand to be alone...
Save me on the telephone.
Now 419s they hate the phone
Man 906s are never home
And all my lovers they have voice mail
They call me back, they give me hell!
And I drink and I call...
I can't stand to be alone...
Save me on the telephone.
I've dialed the numbers, dialed them all
But nothing beats, a local call
617 girls, hmm, 617 boys, hmm
617 girls, hmm, 617 boys, hmm
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