2 6 5 8 0 - Kim Wilde

I watch a man sitting down the park

The flashy suit manufactured by the makers

He’s got a pen and he circles an add

It makes him laugh cause he’s reading dirty papers

She doesn’t know but she’s getting his call

He’s talking straight but he wants it in a strange way

She combs her hair doesn’t worry at all

He could be mad but it’s just another pay day

2−6-5−8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me She likes to live on the poor side of town

She’s shacking down with a guy from west guiana

The boys around always look at the ground

Oh, what they’d give for a night with that piranha

2−6-5−8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me She doesn’t have to make her money that way

She’s such a pretty young girl

I guess they love it cause you hear when they stay

They cry oh, oh, oh This guy arrives looking scared as a rat

He needs her love but he wants it like a brother

Three hours later he crawls out on his knees

She’s laughing loud cause he’s calling for his mother

2−6-5−8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me 2−6-5−8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me