It sounded like a tiny man
And the one she had said, "I can't see you
But I'll call you whenever I can"
Sometimes the phone would ring, when she was half-asleep
A voice would drag her down with its suggestions
Though she often felt cheated
She never felt cheap
Well, heaven knows what fills the heart
And makes you feel so alive
It's impossible to tear apart
Georgie and her rival
It was half-past February
And he hadn't called since New Year's Day
Maybe he'd found another woman
To say those words no chapel girl should say
Her mother would phone and always keep her talking
She'd try to be polite, making faces
But somewhere in the back of her mind
Her rival was stalking
Well, heaven knows what fills the heart
And makes you feel so alive
It's impossible to tear apart
Georgie and her rival
Her rival would always wait
'Til the eighth or ninth bell
He'd be desperate anyway
And drunk as well
She always liked to hurt him
To prove he was prepared
To love her anyway that she wanted
So she could tell which she preferred
He sat up with his address book
Trying to think what mood he's in
His finger traced past Georgie's name
To someone who needed less persuading
He didn't hear through her disguise
He didn't leave her in a rush
Just like the promise that he left
On her machine that almost made her blush
The radio plays a lover's symphony
The number you have dialed has been re-directed
Now she puts him on the speaker-phone
Whenever she has company
Well, heaven knows what fills the heart
And makes you feel so alive
It's impossible to tear apart
Georgie and her rival
Georgie and her rival
Georgie and her rival
Georgie and her rival
Georgie and her rival
Georgie and her rival
Georgie and her rival
Georgie and her rival
Georgie grew to hate her name It sounded like a tiny man And the one she had said, "I can't see you But I'll call you whenever I can" Sometimes the phone would ring, when she was half-asleep A voice would drag her down with its suggestions Though she often felt cheated She never felt cheap Well, heaven knows what fills the heart And makes you feel so alive It's impossible to tear apart Georgie and her rival It was half-past February And he hadn't called since New Year's Day Maybe he'd found another woman To say those words no chapel girl should say Her mother would phone and always keep her talking She'd try to be polite, making faces But somewhere in the back of her mind Her rival was stalking Well, heaven knows what fills the heart And makes you feel so alive It's impossible to tear apart Georgie and her rival Her rival would always wait 'Til the eighth or ninth bell He'd be desperate anyway And drunk as well She always liked to hurt him To prove he was prepared To love her anyway that she wanted So she could tell which she preferred He sat up with his address book Trying to think what mood he's in His finger traced past Georgie's name To someone who needed less persuading He didn't hear through her disguise He didn't leave her in a rush Just like the promise that he left On her machine that almost made her blush The radio plays a lover's symphony The number you have dialed has been re-directed Now she puts him on the speaker-phone Whenever she has company Well, heaven knows what fills the heart And makes you feel so alive It's impossible to tear apart Georgie and her rival Georgie and her rival Georgie and her rival Georgie and her rival Georgie and her rival Georgie and her rival Georgie and her rival Georgie and her rival Explain Request ×
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