Released on 1971

Thumbnail

Is there anybody here who can tell me what to do?

Doesn't anybody know how to get to you?

Is there anybody here who can tell me where you went?

Doesn't anybody know where a letter can be sent?

I tried to use the phone but I couldn't get a line

And the operator told she was working overtime

Is there anybody here who can tell me what to do?

Doesn't anybody know how to get to you?

I love you, yes I do

How can I get through to you?

Cross my heart and hope to die

You're the apple of my eye

I got my little piggy bank and threw it on the floor

I counted all the money, wish I had a little more

Then I made a record for the local DJ

And he plays it on the radio every day

I love you, yes I do

How can I get through to you?

Cross my heart and hope to die

You're the apple of my eye

Pictures in the magazines, records on the charts

I've gotta have a bodyguard, take out my money box

I put my money in the bank and opened up a store

Now that I'm a star, I don't love you anymore

Now that I'm a star, I don't love you anymore

Now that I'm a star, I don't love you anymore