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Shyra awoke in an unfamiliar bed
In a sour part of town
On his mother's birthday, too
What could be worse -
Cheap beer on his breath,
But two cents left in his head,
He picked up the telephone,
Didn't dial, but this is what he said:
"Operator, please call me back!
Hold the line for me."
Just the day before,
She was in the cheapest store,
She had beauty on her side,
Even said so on a sign in aisle 9.
"Operator, please call me back!
Hold the line for me."
"Hold the line for me."