She picked up the telephone
All she heard was dial tone
She really thought she heard it ring this time
She said what am I thinking I must be only dreaming
Or maybe it's the hundred times he's crossed my mind
Just tonight 

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She said maybe I miss your lovin'
Maybe I miss your kiss just a little bit
Maybe I miss your body lyin' right next to mine
Maybe I miss your touch a little too much

Tossing and turning her skins still burning 
From the fire in his hands 
 [bad word] #39; on empty she needs somebody
But somebody wouldn't understand
Then the telephone rings

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They talked about Savannah
Sweet home Alabama
And how he missed the way she always smiled
Are [bad word] back soon
By the Harvest moon
If I have to walk every mile on my knees

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