Drums: David Longworth

Bass: Doug Fischer

Electric Guitar: Peter Strode

You call me on the telephone

And tell me of the men

Who fill your life with heartache

And hurt you in the end

I’ve got no inclination

To tell you what to do

You make me feel like leaving

That’s not an easy thing to do

It may be wrong to tell you now

That I love you, but I do

It may be wrong, but it’s been so long

And it feels like there’s nothing else to do

Better get yourself together

You need me as a friend

Now you got me as a lover

But on that love you can depend

It may be wrong to tell you now

That I love you like I do

It may be wrong, but it’s been so long

And it feels like there’s nothing else to do

By now you know I love you

It’s neither right nor wrong

You’re crying on my shoulder

But it’s in my arms that you belong