Here i am, sittin by the radio You're with him, the world seems to be crazy oh You're picture standin there, oh it can't be true Your perfume's in the air, how i'm missin you There's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him And here i am, sittin by the telephone How i wish, you might be coming home My back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit Your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit There's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him I sit and ask the stars above What's the sense of senseless love That kind of you and my record machine And i'm as lonely as i've ever been And here i am, sittin by the telephone How i wish, you might be coming home My back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit Your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit There's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him I sit and ask the stars above What's the sense of senseless love That kind of you and my record machine And i'm as lonely as i've ever been And here i am, sittin by the telephone How i wish, you might be coming home My back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit Your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit There's no use in dreamin, you're dreamin of him You're dreamin of him You're dreamin of him You're dreamin of him