Artist: Bryan Adams
Song: Long Gone
The telephone’s been ringing, ringing off the wall
It’s your Las Vegas lawyer, another, long distance call
He says you get the house and the car, and I get the clothes I got on
Now she’s gone, long, long, long, long gone
Now I’m a happy boy, long, long, long, long gone
Operator get me Tokyo, get my baby on the line
Sooner or later, she’s gotta realize
That all my feeling’s were for real
But maybe she was leading me on
Long, long, long gone, now I’m a happy boy
Long, long, long, long gone
She took the Frigidaire, she got my favorite chair
You could say she got the best of me
It’s like a legal crime, but in a matter of time
She’ll be back for the rest of me
And she’s gone, long, long, long, long gone
She’s, long, long, long, long gone…
