I miss the soft cold touch of your skin   In the night when [? ]   I see your picture smashed to the ground   But my heart begins to pound      I've got your number but you're never at home   I leave a message, please telephone   It's so sad that you're not around   It's bringing me down      In the [? ] where we would meet   In a crowd where there's no one around   It's such a sin, this mood I'm in   Now that we got [? ]      I bet you're burning up on the town   With every jerk and every clown   I walk the streets, hear your voice in my head   I [? ] an empty bed      I've got your number but you're never at home   I leave a message, please telephone   It's so sad that you're not around   It's bringing me down      I know my news[? ] leave a lot to be desired   But I thought that we had it made   But I guess that I'm not so smart   You're breakin' my heart      I've got your number but you're never at home   I leave a message, please telephone   It's so sad that you're not around   It's bringing me down      Guess I'll pack up and leave this town   With all it's memories of you   There's a [? ], new york city   I'll get by without you      I miss the soft cold touch of your skin   ...