Songs

Come To Me I had a telephone call, a lonely girl I knew. I hadn't thought about her in a long long time. She didn't really say much, a line or maybe two but when she finished talking I thought she was mine. She said: Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me). I really want to see you one more time. Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me). I really want to see you one more time. I took a trip to her house, and guess just what I saw? A pile of guys were waiting, standing by her door. Some of them were strangers, some I knew from school. The telecom then crackled, and it buzzed us through. It said: Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me). I really want to see you one more time. Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me). I really want to see you one more time. (solo) Inside there was a body, a pencil written note, an empty box of poison lying by her side. And on a tape recorder, and on the answer phone, an everlasting message playing since she died. It said: Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me). I really want to see you one more time. Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me), Come (to me). I really want to see you one more time.