You Never Phone (Live)

Hey! Welcome to the stage Martha Wainwright!

You never phone, you never write

Hey, I've stopped hoping that you might

You're tryin' to hurt my feelings, right?

You never phone and you never write

You never write, you never phone

I'm sorry I gotta bitch and moan

I'm sorry I gotta beat this bone

You never write, you never phone

Sometimes I wonder what you must think of me

My address and phone number must be misty in your memory

This year my birthday came and went

No call was made, no card was sent

But I got the snub you must've meant

This year my birthday came and went

This year my birthday went and came

Last year what happened was the same

And your excuses sure are lame

This year my birthday went and came

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Sometimes I wonder what you must think of me

Then I remember it's you that think of exclusively

But I'm not gonna bow and scrape

In every bunch there's one bad grape

I'm a little bit bent out of shape

But I'm not gonna bow and scrape

I won't scrape or bow

Genuflect, beg, or cow tow

Just singin' this song just fine, for now

Now I'm not scrape

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