Hanging On The Wall

She’s thumbing through a magazine, pretty little thing

Reading how young women now are pulling their own strings

She should be out dancing at her favorite music hall

But she just sits there glancing at that phone on the wall

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She called to tell him how she feels, how much his kisses mean

It hurts to say I love you to a telephone machine

While he’s out doing who knows what she’s waiting for that call

And her heart’s just hanging, hanging on the wall

* * * * * * *

Thinking of the dreams they shared, feeling so alone

Wondering if he really cared, listening for the phone

She hasn’t felt his touch for days, she gets no sleep at all

Even her dreams are hanging on the wall

* * * * * * *

Why does she put up with it, not many women would

She turns down better every day, for him she’s being good

He’s just gone and left her, broken pride and all

Left her heart just hanging, hanging on the wall

Hanging on the wall

Hanging on the wall…….

Hanging on the wall.......

--Keith George