___Verse: 1
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 when___ever I___can"
sometimes the phone would ring, when she was half__a_sleep
a voice would drag her down with it's suggestions
though she often felt cheated___, she never felt___cheap
Well heaven knows what fi___lls the heart
and makes you feel so___alive
It's impossible to tear___apart
___Verse: 2
It was half___past Fe__bruary
and he hadn't called since New Year's Day
Maybe he'd found ano___ther 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 fa__ces
but somewhere in the back of her mind, her ri___val was stal__king
Well heaven knows what fi___lls the heart
and makes you feel so___alive
It's impossible to tear___apart
Her rival would al__ways wait___
till the eighth or ni___nth bell___
she always liked to hurt__him___to prove he was prepa___red
to love her an__yway__that she wan___ted
___Verse: 3
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 persua__ding
He did__n't hear__through her__disguise__
he didn't leave her in a rush
just like the pro__mise that he left on her__machine
that al__most 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___
whene__ver__she__has__com___pany___
Well heaven knows what fi___lls the heart
and makes you feel so___alive
It's impossible to tear___apart