Call me, Corinna
Call me on your telephone
I don't really need ya
I just don't want to be alone
No
Plant me a garden
Grow me from the palm of your hand
You'll beg my pardon
I would run to you but I can't even stand
No
Isn't it a shame that I should suffer?
Isn't it a crime that I could cry?
You know that I never got your number
And like a fool I never even tried
So
Call me corinna
Call me on your telephone
I don't really need ya
I just don't want to be alone
Pick me a flower
Find me one that doesn't complain
My tougne is sour
And I know that I might never be the same
No
