Kim Wilde - 2-6-5-8-0

Written by Ricky & Marty Wilde I watch a man sitting down the park The flashy suit manufactured by the makers He's got a pen and he circles an add It makes him laugh 'cos he's reading dirty papers 2-6-5-8-0 She doesn't know but she's getting his call He's talking straight but he wants it in a strange way She combs her hair doesn't worry at all He could be mad but its just another pay day 2-6-5-8-0 2-6-5-8-0 2-6-5-8-0 Oh, dial it if you want to know me She likes to live on the poor side of town She's shacking down with a guy from West Guiana The boys around always look at the ground Oh, what they'd give for a night with that piranha 2-6-5-8-0 2-6-5-8-0 2-6-5-8-0 Oh, dial it if you want to know me She doesn't have to make her money that way She's 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 She's laughing loud 'cos he's calling for his mother 2-6-5-8-0 2-6-5-8-0 2-6-5-8-0 Oh, dial it if you want to know me 2-6-5-8-0 2-6-5-8-0 2-6-5-8-0 Oh, dial it if you want to know me