Pick up your telephone and talk to me. Tell me every thing you need. Is this love or just a fantasy - infatuation by degree? Talk to me. Talk to me baby. Circumstances in our lives will change but our love admit of no degree. Exchanging furtive glances with alacrity. Signifying clearly in our minds. Talk to me. Talk to me baby. Hear the sirens singing in the warm moonlight. Gypsy tailwind tears the ties that bind. Take me to the garden where she calls my name. My alarm clock ringing so unkind. Talk to me. Talk to me baby. Pick up your telephone and talk to me. Tell me every thing you need. Is this love or just a fantasy - infatuation by degree? Talk to me. Talk to me baby.
