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           I met a girl last night at the bar.

          I told her I have a car.

          She said we could really go far.

           I felt I was really on par.

           I felt I could be a star, oh yeah, yeah, yeah.



           But, when I got home.

           Oh, when I got home.

           I realized,

           I, did'nt have her number.

        No, no, I did'nt have her number.

           no, no, no.

  

          So, please, please, operator, could you

           Oh, could you, get me her number.

           Oh, thank you, thank you.

         Yeah, yeah, yeah.



           The girl was pretty.

           The girl was beautiful.

           The girl was fun.

           The girl was funny.

           The girl was interesting.

           The girl was intelligent.



           But, when I got home.

            Oh, when I got home.

           I, realized, I, did'nt have her number.

          No, no, I, did'nt have her numbr.  

              no, no. no.



           The girl was a teacher.

           The girl was a reader.

           The girl was a movie critic.

           The girl was a play critic.

           The girl was a poet.

           The girl was a writer.



           But, when I got home.

          Oh, when I got home.

       I, I, realized, I, I, didn't have her number.

            no, no, no.



          So, please, please, operator, could you,

          could you get me her number.

           thank you, thank you.

           yes, yes, yes.