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You've got a ragtop for runnin' You've got a Fender for strummin' A pack of smokes and you offer one to me. You've got a Zippo to light it, I know you're tryin' hard to hide it, that suntan line where a little ol' ring should be. I know we've got some connection but, honey, would you care to mention the husband that you promised her to be? Yes, I would love to have you, but she's already nabbed you and I've never been one far that whole 'home-wrecking' thing. So let's make just one thing clear... CHORUS I don't want a telephone call at 3 am I ain't 'somebody that you work' with or a 'friend of a friend' Go on home and see your family cuz I ain't gonna plead or beg down on my knees PRETTY PLEASE Don't get me wrong, if that golden band was never on I'd love you hotter than a pepper in July. You must be trippin' Letras de cancionescuz all this double dippin' will leave you crying in your apple pie. Prob'ly best we wave goodbye... CHORUSx2 I don't want a telephone call at 3 am I ain't 'somebody that you work' with or a 'friend of a friend' Go on home and see your family cuz I ain't gonna plead or beg down on my knees PRETTY PLEASE From Letras Mania