London
Heyyy
She left without leaving her number
Said she needed to clear her mind
He figured she'd gone back to London
Cos she talked about it all the time
It was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got
If you calling bout the car I sold it
If this is Tuesday night I'm roaming
If u got something to sell you're wasting your time am not buying
If is anybody else wait for the tone
You know what to do
And P.S. if this is London
I still love you
Hey
The telephone fell to the counter
She heard but she couldn't believe
What kinda man will hang on that long
What kinda love that must be
She waited three days
And then she tried again
She didn't know what she'll say
But she heard three rings and then
If it's Friday night; am out to the ball game
First thing Saturday if it don't rain
Am heading out to the lake
And I'll be gone all weekend long
But I'll call you back when I get home on Sunday afternoon
And P.S. if this is London
Then I still love you
This time she left her number
But not another word
Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening
This is what he heard
If you calling bout my heart
Its still yours
I should've listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way boy
This is no machine you're talking to
Can't you tell: this is London
And Iiiiiii still love you
She left without leaving her number
Said she needed to clear her mind
He figured she'd gone back to London
Cos she talked about it all the time
It was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got
If you calling bout the car I sold it
If this is Tuesday night I'm roaming
If u got something to sell you're wasting your time am not buying
If is anybody else wait for the tone
You know what to do
And P.S. if this is London
I still love you
Hey
The telephone fell to the counter
She heard but she couldn't believe
What kinda man will hang on that long
What kinda love that must be
She waited three days
And then she tried again
She didn't know what she'll say
But she heard three rings and then
If it's Friday night; am out to the ball game
First thing Saturday if it don't rain
Am heading out to the lake
And I'll be gone all weekend long
But I'll call you back when I get home on Sunday afternoon
And P.S. if this is London
Then I still love you
This time she left her number
But not another word
Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening
This is what he heard
If you calling bout my heart
Its still yours
I should've listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way boy
This is no machine you're talking to
Can't you tell: this is London
And Iiiiiii still love you
Credits
Writer(s): Hanif Williams, Alex Hart, Michael Bradley, Ian Watson
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