Call Me, Corinna کے بول

call me, Corinna call me on your telephone i don't really need ya i just don't want to be alone no plant me a garden grow me from the palm of your hand you'll beg my pardon i would run to you but i can't even stand no isn't it a shame that i should suffer? isn't it a crime that i could cry? you know that i never got your number and like a fool i never even tried so call me corinna call me on your telephone i don't really need ya i just don't want to be alone pick me a flower find me one that doesn't complain my tougne is sour and i know that i might never be the same no