One night while at home, I went to answer the phone,
For I could clearly hear it ringing.
It had to be a Godsend, for I knew it was my girlfriend,
The thought of her face had me singing.
Her name was Susan Dawn, and with my parents gone,
I could talk real sweet with no one to overhear.
I thought of what to say, and how to put it the right way,
But I was so nervous that my thoughts they weren’t too clear.
I certainly had no fear, as I put the phone up to my ear,
I started whispering before she could even speak.
I told her she was fine, and that I wanted to make her mine,
I told her how she made my knees grow weak.
Oh it would be bliss, to give her a little kiss,
It’d be heaven if our lips could briefly meet.
Then I told her, “Please, could I give you a little squeeze;
I know that I could sweep you off your feet.”
I told her of her beauty, and how she was a real sweet cutie,
I said her angelic face was like no other.
But I thought that I would choke, when at last she finally spoke,
“Listen, young man, this is your Mother!”
