Written by Kent Robbins.
(c Warner-Tamerlane Publishing.)
From "Charley Sings Everybody's Choice", c 1982, RCA.
Well, I came in late again last night,
Really it was this mornin'.
I had my alibi down pat:
I was gonna be charmin'.
But the locks were all changed, I was stuck outside,
With a key that no longer fit.
There was a note on the door that said: "Adios,
"Sayonara, Goodbye, this is it."
I don't think she's in love anymore.
She's hangin' up the telephone and lockin' her door.
I don't think she wants to hear any more of my lyin'.
I don't think she's in love anymore.
She's not buyin' my lies like before.
The only thing she wants out of me now is goodbye.
So I went down to a 'phone booth,
Almost down to cryin'.
All ready to spill the truth,
I see she's tired of my lyin'.
Well, I was all ready to beg and plead,
And to turn over a brand new leaf.
But the second she heard it was me on the line,
I heard click, she hung up on me.
I don't think she's in love anymore.
She's hangin' up the telephone and lockin' her door.
I don't think she wants to hear any more of my lyin'.
I don't think she's in love anymore.
She's not buyin' my lies like before.
The only thing she wants out of me now is goodbye.
I don't think she's in love anymore.
She's hangin' up the telephone and lockin' her door.
I don't think she wants to hear any more of my, oh yeah, yeaH,
I don't think she's in love anymore.
She's not buyin' my lies like before.
The only thing she wants out of me now is goodbye.
To Fade.
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