Amy, It's Kevin

So, how'd we get this far apart? It's only three miles via car Yet we only talk through voicemail nowadays But you're screenin' all your calls And we used to shake the walls And I miss you at Orlando Magic games Now you're sleepin' with the door guy Heh, ugh Now let's get it straight You know I never threw you out Our kitties say, "Meow" And why won't you pick up the telephone? You're not getting these rings back I had problems with my dad But I'm getting better with a therapist While you're sleepin' with the door guy And some crater face named Duffy stole your heart But I got a job at Q96 And I'll be beating strippers off with a stick Yeah Mmhm Oh-ho oh-ho So, now I call you twice a day Sometimes to just say, "Hey" I bought you pills at the Orlando Magic games The cats and I miss you And when your strippin' days are through You'll wake up to the truth But for now just sleep with the door guy You know, that crater face name Duffy that stole your heart Cause I got a job at Q96 Soon I'll be be beating strippers off or vice versa Uh-huh! And this is the last time I call you Wait, did she just pick up? I better call back and check...