It must be him

I tell myself "what's done is done"
I tell myself "don't be a fool
Play the field, have a lot of fun
It's easy when you play it cool"

I tell myself "don't be a chump
Who cares, let him stay away"
That's when the phone rings, and I jump
And as I grab the phone I pray

"Let it please be him
Oh dear God it must be him
It must be him, or I shall die I shall die"

After a while I'm myself again
I pick the pieces off the floor
I put my heart on the shelf again
He'll never hurt me anymore

I'm not a puppet on a string
I'll find somebody new someday
That's when the phone begins to ring
And once again I start to pray

"Let it please be him
Oh dear God it must be him
It must be him, or I shall die I shall die

Oh, hello, hello
My dear God, it must be him
But it's not him, and then I die again I die

Oh, hello, hello
My dear God, it must be him
But it's not him, and then I die again I die I shall die"