So many signs. So many ways. It's a living thing. No need to rush. The buzz will last for days. When you discover. I'm just a man. Take it girl. Or leave it. Don't be reading out the label on the can. I got your number. I got your number. I got your number. I'll be your lover. I'll be your friend. I'll be your friend. And your brother in love. But that's where the story ends. If you say jump. I'll do it with affection. But don't get pissed. If I don't move. Too fast in your direction. I got your number. I got your number. I got your number. It's that same old nonsense. That same old look. But now I'm turning back. And I can read you like a book. It all means nothing. Nothing at all. It's the same old business. Man it drives me up the wall. You made the potion too strong. I feel I'm going soft. I've been that way far too long. You see now it's wearing off. So many times. So many days. It's a spiritual thing. That loving touch. I thought you'd be amazed. I like the distance. I like the space. The money's good. The rent is cheap. And I can read suspicion on your face. I got your number. I got your number. I got your number.