Stay There 'Til I Get There

The telephone's ringin' and it's three a.m.

And I know just who's callin'

From the same old spot and you're about half shot

Almost to the point of crawlin'

Why is it everytime we have a little fuss you take your wounded pride

And you head right straight for a bar and a bottle

And try your best to crawl inside

Please stay there 'til I get there and we'll work it out together

We'll take a little walk and have a little talk

And you'll feel a whole lot better

Just when I wonder if you're really worth the trouble that you put me through

Then you roll them baby blue eyes at me

And jump like a kangaroo

Stay there 'til I get there...

Well I thought about leavin' you many times

And I've even packed my bags a few

Then the telephone rings and I can't do a thing

But run right straight to you

Baby stay there 'til I get there...

Please stay there 'til I get there...