The Telephone Song

I've always hated dreamers.
Their feet aren't on the ground.
And when their dreams come to an end,
They fall without a sound.

But that's not me,
I'm not that kind.
I always know the score.
I scream real loud when I get hurt,
And still come back for more...

While waiting for the phone to ring,
I'm lost in love again.
I've had my share of cigarettes.
Of solitaire and men.

I tell myself 'Who gives a damn? He doesn't mean a thing."
And yet my heart still skips a beat
Each time I hear it ring.

While waiting for the phone to ring,
I tend to curse and moan.
And deep inside I won't admit
I'm better off alone.
So when he calls, I won't pick up
I'll just to other things.

At least I'll have my dignity,
Unless of course it rings.

Like Romeo and Juliet,
Bogie and Bacall.
The greatest loves in history
Have waited for that call.

And surely Cleopatra's heart
Skipped a beat or two.
When messages from Antony
Were long, long overdue.

Now is it just a gender flaw
That women wait for men?
And even when they break our hearts
We hope they'll call again.

I'm through with love,
I'm through with men,
I've had it with them all.

And next time if I play it right
He'll be the one who falls.
I never want to hear his name...

Unless, of course... he calls...