Long Gone

Text písně Long Gone

The telephone's bin ringin' - ringin' off the wall 
It's your Las Vegas lawyer - another long distance call
He says you get the house and the car 
And I get the clothes I got on 
Now she's gone
Long, long, long, long gone 
Now I'm a happy boy 

She's long, long, long, long gone 

Operator get me Manhatten - get my baby on the line 
Sooner or later she's gotta realize 
That all my feelin's were for real 
But maybe she was leadin' me on 

She took the frigidaire 
She got my favorite chair 
You could say she got the best of me 

It's like a legal crime 
But in a matter of time 
She'll be back for the rest of me