here i am, sittin by the radio
you're with him, the world seems to be crazy oh
you're picture standin there, oh it can't be true
your perfume's in the air, how i'm missin you
there's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him
and here i am, sittin by the telephone
how i wish, you might be coming home
my back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit
your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit
there's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him
i sit and ask the stars above
what's the sense of senseless love
that kind of you and my record machine
and i'm as lonely as i've ever been
and here i am, sittin by the telephone
how i wish, you might be coming home
my back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit
your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit
there's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him
i sit and ask the stars above
what's the sense of senseless love
that kind of you and my record machine
and i'm as lonely as i've ever been
and here i am, sittin by the telephone
how i wish, you might be coming home
my back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit
your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit
there's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him
you're dreamin of him
you're dreamin of him
you're dreamin of him
you're with him, the world seems to be crazy oh
you're picture standin there, oh it can't be true
your perfume's in the air, how i'm missin you
there's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him
and here i am, sittin by the telephone
how i wish, you might be coming home
my back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit
your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit
there's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him
i sit and ask the stars above
what's the sense of senseless love
that kind of you and my record machine
and i'm as lonely as i've ever been
and here i am, sittin by the telephone
how i wish, you might be coming home
my back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit
your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit
there's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him
i sit and ask the stars above
what's the sense of senseless love
that kind of you and my record machine
and i'm as lonely as i've ever been
and here i am, sittin by the telephone
how i wish, you might be coming home
my back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit
your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit
there's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him
you're dreamin of him
you're dreamin of him
you're dreamin of him