stacey kent
dreamsville
Every night your line is busy, All that buzzin' makes me dizzy. Couldn't count on all my fingers All the dates you had with swingers.  Bye-bye. Bye, baby. I'm gonna kiss you goodbye And walk right through that doorway.  So long. I'm leaving. This is the last time we'll meet On the street going your way.  Don't look surprised You know you've buttered your bread. Now it's fair You should stare At the back of my head. If you write a letter to me, My former friend Don't you end With an R.S.V.P.