I tell myself: what's done is done
I tell myself: don't be a fool
Play the field have a lot of fun
It's easy when you play it cool

I tell myself: don't be a chump
Who cares, let him stay away
That's when the phone rings and I jump
And as I grab the phone I pray

Let it please be him, oh dear God
It must be him, it must be him
Or I shall die, or I shall die

After a while, I'm myself again
I take the pieces off the floor
Put my heart on the shelf again
You'll never hurt me anymore

I'm not a puppet on a string
I'll find somebody else someday
That's when the phone rings,

Let it please be him, oh dear God
It must be him, it must be him
Or I shall die, or I shall die
Oh hello, hello my dear God
It must be him but it's not him
And then I die; again I die