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213 girls talk too much and 212 boys not enough 312s are very bold And 206 gets way too cold Doing shots I'm all alone I slur my words after the tone And I drink and I call... I can't stand to be alone... Save me on the telephone. Now 419s they hate the phone Man 906s are never home And all my lovers they have voice mail They call me back, they give me hell! And I drink and I call... I can't stand to be alone... Save me on the telephone. I've dialed the numbers, dialed them all But nothing beats, a local call 617 girls, hmm, 617 boys, hmm 617 girls, hmm, 617 boys, hmm