It Must Be Him

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

I shall die"

After a while I'm myself again

I pick the pieces off the floor

I put my heart on the shelf again

He'll never hurt me anymore

I'm not a puppet on a string

I'll find somebody new someday

That's when the phone begins to ring

And once again I start to pray

"Let it please be him

Oh dear God it must be him

It must be him, or I shall die

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

Oh, hello, hello

My dear God, it must be him

But it's not him, and then I die

Again I die

I shall die"