Buttercup, call me up,
Saturday night,
Say whatever, do whatever you like,
I'll be waiting on the end of the line,
All I want is for you to be mine.

She has me hanging on her every word,
Her silver tongue, leading me on,
It gives me a feeling that I don't deserve,
She's next to none, she's next to none,
I like to think she sits and curls the cord,
As we convey, day after day,
But Her's is a love that i can not afford,
Till I've been paid, till I've been paid.

But baby I'm not like those guys,
I just wanna talk all night,
Imagine that we're holding hands,
Then maybe you'll understand,
That I am loosing my mind for you.

Buttercup, call me up,
Saturday night,
Say whatever, do whatever you like,
I'll be waiting on the end of the line,
All I want is for you to be mine.

Working the overtime to hear her voice,
Feeling withdrawal, needing to call,
Holding my breath until she's made her choice,
Once and for all, once and for all,
She might forever be a fantasy,
and do me wrong until I'm gone,
Sweet talking all the way to bankruptcy,
Dying alone, next to the phone.

But baby I'm not like those guys,
Tell me all about your life,
And maybe if you don't pretend,
You will finally comprehend,
That I am losing my mind for you.

Buttercup, call me up,
Saturday night,
Say whatever, do whatever you like,
I'll be waiting on the end of the line,
All I want is for you to be mine.

I'll be waiting on the end of the line,
All I want is for you to be mine.