You By X – Song Lyrics

Take a chance
Fall in love with a man
3000 miles away
Try to call
And picture his stance by the pay phone
Down the hall
Let me know
When you go to bed
Talk to me
During the day
‘Cause I’m stuck to you like flies to glue or trash on Broadway

You call me from 8th Avenue
You don’t have a phone
I wanna call you and it makes me sad because
I can’t talk to you
And I wanna talk to you
Hey, you
I’m calling you
Somewhere on my body if you look real close
You’ll find you
You’ll find you

Talk to me
While Puerto Rican prostitutes
Ask for a date
And two kids
Are making fun of a bum who just fell flat on his face
You put Polaroids into my pocket
Walked home from La Guardia
You asked me to dance in the rain in the woods on Staten Island

You call me from 8th Avenue
You don’t have a phone
I wanna call you and it makes me mad because
I can’t talk to you
I wanna talk to you
Hey, you
I’m calling you
Somewhere on my body if you look real close
You’ll find you
You’ll find you
Hey, you
I’m calling you
Somewhere on my body if you look real close
You’ll find you
You’ll find you
Yeah
I’m calling you
You
You