You've got a ragtop for runnin'
You've got a Fender for strummin'
A pack of smokes and you offer one to me.
You've got a Zippo to light it,
I know you're tryin' hard to hide it,
that suntan line where a little ol' ring should be.

I know we've got some connection
but, honey, would you care to mention
the husband that you promised her to be?
Yes, I would love to have you,
but she's already nabbed you
and I've never been one far that whole 'home-wrecking' thing.
So let's make just one thing clear...

CHORUS
I don't want a telephone call at 3 am
I ain't 'somebody that you work' with or a
'friend of a friend'
Go on home and see your family cuz I ain't gonna plead
or beg down on my knees PRETTY PLEASE

Don't get me wrong,
if that golden band was never on
I'd love you hotter than a pepper in July.
You must be trippin'
cuz all this double dippin'
will leave you crying in your apple pie.
Prob'ly best we wave goodbye...

CHORUSx2
I don't want a telephone call at 3 am
I ain't 'somebody that you work' with or a
'friend of a friend'
Go on home and see your family cuz I ain't gonna plead
or beg down on my knees PRETTY PLEASE