The Note

I've got your number in my wallet

And I'm gonna have to call it

But first I have a code to work out

Because the string of crazy symbols

That you very quickly scribbled

Makes little sense to me now

I suppose it is a trial

To check if I'm worthwhile

Of taking you out on a date

But it's got me in a muddle

It's an unexpected puzzle

And it's causing me to hesitate

Well I won't shy away from a challenge

And I'm not going to quit without a fight

But it seems you had your doubts

Whether this would work out

And I'm worried that you might be right.

Well I met you at a party

And you kept on talking to me

Though I tried my very best to get away

You seemed ok at first

But every drink made you get worse

You spoiled what could have been a lovely day

So in an attempt to dissuade you

While trying not to enrage you

I said that it was time for me to go

And I wrote down some nonsense

On the vaguest pretense

That you could call me on the telephone.

And so I made my escape from the party

And I left you inspecting my note

But I have no doubt

That you won't figure it out

Because there no sense in the stuff that I wrote.

B: I can show you heaven!

G: You're a mess.

B: I think I see a seven?

G: Lucky guess!

B: You could be my wife!

G: But I won't.

B: I think I see a five?

G: No you don't!