I met you at Jim's house one Friday night
You were with Tim, but then I was with Mike
We went out for drinks, and we had a great time
You gave me your number, and I gave you mine
You told me to call and we'd do it again
But I bet you say that to all of the men
'Cause it seems that you are never at home
You never answer your telephone
I'm so tired of talking to your answering machine
Are you really away, or are you just being mean?
Maybe you really don't like me at all
Maybe you're really just screening my phone call
I dial your number at least twice a day
A glutton for punishment, what can I say?
When I hear it ring, I'm on needles and pins
'Til I hear a click, and the message begins
I know it by heart, and I wait for the tone
Feeling rejected, feeling alone
'Cause thirty seconds isn't long enough
To tell you everything I feel
Why did you give me your number
If you didn't want to talk to me for real?
Why do you bother having it on?
When I leave a message, you never respond
Well I should be hurt, but I'm worried instead
Perhaps you've been kidnapped, or maybe your dead!
All kinds of nightmares are going through my brain
I'd call the police, but I don't know your last name!
Avoiding phone calls is a science
But conversation is an art
Why did you give me your number
If you only meant to break my heart?
Thirty seconds isn't long enough
To tell you everything I feel
Why did you give me your number
If you didn't want to talk to me for real?