Kinks - I've Got Your Number Lyrics
I miss the soft cold touch of your skinIn the night when [? ]I see your picture smashed to the groundBut my heart begins to poundIve got your number but youre never at homeI leave a message, please telephoneIts so sad that youre not aroundIts bringing me downIn the [? ] where we would meetIn a crowd where theres no one aroundIts such a sin, this mood Im inNow that we got [? ]I bet youre burning up on the townWith every jerk and every clownI walk the streets, hear your voice in my headI [? ] an empty bedIve got your number but youre never at homeI leave a message, please telephoneIts so sad that youre not aroundIts bringing me downI know my news[? ] leave a lot to be desiredBut I thought that we had it madeBut I guess that Im not so smartYoure breakin my heartIve got your number but youre never at homeI leave a message, please telephoneIts so sad that youre not aroundIts bringing me downGuess Ill pack up and leave this townWith all its memories of youTheres a [? ], new york cityIll get by without youI miss the soft cold touch of your skin...
