2 6 5 8 0 — Kim Wilde

Written by ricky & marty 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 'cos 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 its 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 'cos 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 'cos 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