I’ve Got Your Number

I miss the soft cold touch of your skin In the night when [?] I see your picture smashed to the ground But my heart begins to pound I've got your number but you're never at home I leave a message, please telephone It's so sad that you're not around It's bringing me down In the [?] where we would meet In a crowd where there's no one around It's such a sin, this mood I'm in Now that we got [?] I bet you're burning up on the town With every jerk and every clown I walk the streets, hear your voice in my head I [?] an empty bed I've got your number but you're never at home I leave a message, please telephone It's so sad that you're not around It's bringing me down I know my news[?] leave a lot to be desired But I thought that we had it made But I guess that I'm not so smart You're breakin' my heart I've got your number but you're never at home I leave a message, please telephone It's so sad that you're not around It's bringing me down Guess I'll pack up and leave this town With all its memories of you There's a [?], New York City I'll get by without you I miss the soft cold touch of your skin ...