Charles Bradley - The Telephone Song

Hello, baby Oh, it's you Ah, man, yep, I do; this is... To hear your voice, you know You're way across the ocean and I'm way over here And my love jones is coming down I just have you no where near me, baby I need you here Let's talk this thing out and get this thing together No more arguments, baby It's me and you I remember that time when me and you was layin' down together, side by side And your love just hit me so strong I want you, baby Come on home It can't be this way no more I’m tired of fighting, baby We don’t need to fight no more We actin’ like fools, baby Two fools, two fools in love I bought you a ticket, baby But you never got on that plane We actin’ like fools, baby Two fools, two fools in love I wanna make right, all that I’ve done wrong And pick up the pieces and carry on I wanna make right, all that I’ve done wrong ‘Cos love don’t stand a chance Unless it’s true and strong C’mon, baby, ooh Give me your love, baby, c’mon, c’mon I wanna make right, all that I’ve done wrong And pick up the pieces and carry on Gotta make right, ooh Gotta make it right, c’mon, baby