Ruth

Ruth, Can you take the truth, in a telephone booth?

I said it all, I recall

Now I have my cell, I can also tell

A misconception in affection can be wrong

I can’t find a booth, where to hear the truth

And hear your voice

And then rejoice

My baby Ruth

 

Then, I hear your voice

And we both rejoice

The truth now

Oh how I miss you, may I kiss you baby Ruth

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