Verse A:
You got so much to do.
All want something from you.
Letter, email, phone, fax.
How will you then relax.
Verse B:
Endless conference.
At night on tour with friends.
Always on the run.
You know this can't be fun.
Verse C:
Send me an SMS.
I know you live in stress.
Give me at least a sign.
Postcard is also fine.
Chorus:
No way to greet.
No way to meet.
No way to flirt.
No way to hurt.
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