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I’ve got your number in my pocket
I’ve got your name, your e-mail and your address
In case tomorrow I forget
I’ll write it over my eyelids
So I’ll see it when the sun hits my face
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I’ve got your number in my pocket
I’ve got fibers of your dress under my nails
And I’m sorry if it sounds lame
But I lived in the carpool lane
A black bread life of curse and shame
And it sucked
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I’ve got your number in my pocket
I’ve got some of your lipstick still on my lips
And if I die on my way home
Please call my mom over the phone
And tell her that I found the one
Just call my mom and say…
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