shirley bassey
it must be him
I tell myself "What's done is done" I tell myself "Don't be a fool Play the field, have a lot of fun It's easy when you play it cool"  I tell myself "Don't be a chump Who cares, let him stay away" That's when the phone rings, and I jump And as I grab the phone I pray  "Let it please be him Oh dear God it must be him It must be him, or I shall die  I shall die" After a while I'm myself again I pick the pieces off the floor I put my heart on the shelf again He'll never hurt me anymore  I'm not a puppet on a string I'll find somebody new someday That's when the phone begins to ring And once again I start to pray  "Let it please be him Oh dear God it must be him It must be him, or I shall die  I shall die Oh, hello, hello My dear God, it must be him But it's not him, and then I die  Again I die Oh, hello, hello My dear God, it must be him But it's not him, and then I die  Again I die I shall die"