Stay There Till I Get There

The telephone's ringin' and it's three AM

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 every time 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