Written by ricky & marty wilde

I watch a man sitting down the park
The flashy suit manufactured by the makers
Hes got a pen and he circles an add
It makes him laugh cos hes reading dirty papers

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She doesnt know but shes getting his call
Hes talking straight but he wants it in a strange way
She combs her hair doesnt worry at all
He could be mad but its just another pay day

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2-6-5-8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me

She likes to live on the poor side of town
Shes shacking down with a guy from west guiana
The boys around always look at the ground
Oh, what theyd give for a night with that piranha

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2-6-5-8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me

She doesnt have to make her money that way
Shes such a pretty young girl
I guess they love it cos you hear when they stay
They cry oh, oh, oh

This guy arrives looking scared as a rat
He needs her love but he wants it like a brother
Three hours later he crawls out on his knees
Shes laughing loud cos hes calling for his mother

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2-6-5-8-0
2-6-5-8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me

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2-6-5-8-0
2-6-5-8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me