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Telephone's bin ringin', ringin' off the wall
(It's your) Las Vegas lawyer, another long distance call
He says you get the house and the car
(And) I get the clothes I got on
Now she's gone, Long, long, long, long gone
Now I'm a happy boy
She's gone, long, long long gone
Operator get me Manhattan, get my baby on the line
Sooner or later she's gotta realize
That all my feelings were for real
(But maybe) She was leadin'me on
CHORUS
SOLO
She took the Frigidaire, she got my favorite chair
You could say she got the best of me
It's like a legal crime but in a matter of time
She'll be back for the rest of me
STOP
CHORUS FINAL