Virginia, Pick up the Phone

We were sitting on the back of my porch
Swinging back and forth
I was reading the poem I wrote ya
Back when we were grade school kids
I said «Darling, wanna go for a joy spin?»
You’d always jump right in
With the car top down, the radio loud
I looked at you and said «Girl, we’re gonna run this town… into the ground.»
Virginia, you look better than my Cadillac, it’s true
Oh Virginia, You’re more pretty than the moon
Virginia, you look so damn good
It gets me laughing
Well I can’t believe the truth
No, I just can’t stand the truth
No, I just can’t face the truth
And the boys we meet in the parking lot
In front of Bobby’s Store
And we shot some pool that night
We didn’t bother keeping score
I could tell we’d fallen in love
And I could tell it got you real scared
By the way you pulled my hair
And said some swears, to show you really care
And I’ll never forget that
You look so pretty when you’re mad
Virginia, you look better than my Cadillac, it’s true
Oh Virginia, You’re more pretty than the moon
Virginia, you look so damn good
It gets me laughing
Well I can’t believe the truth
No, I just can’t stand the truth
No, I just can’t face the truth
Well now I rarely see ya, but I think about you every day
I’ve seen your face in those magazines that bad boys use to get their way
I wish you didn’t rip me open, or at least sewed me shut
I’ve been trying to replace you, but no one makes the cut
I could see us in the kitchen, dancing arm in arm
And I’m sorry I didn’t grab you when you went running down the block
And I’m sorry I didn’t catch you, when you jumped into his car
Oh Virginia, where are you? And who do you think you are?
Leaving me alone, Virginia, pick up the phone
Who do you think you are?
Leaving me alone
Virginia, pick up the phone
Who do you think you are?
Leaving me alone
Virginia, pick up the phone, Virginia, pick up the phone, Virginia,
pick up the phone, Virginia, pick up the phone, Virginia, pick up the phone,
I’ve been on hold for years