Friends-DON WEST

You got my happiness in your pocket But you don’t text me back anymore I’m just a memory in your deleted files I still touch myself, when I think of you Baby, even if nothing happens We can still be Friends Even from a private number Call me again If I’m on your mind Pick up the telephone And turn this spark of thought Into a burning fire You got my happiness in your pocket Wonder when you’re gonna send some back my way? The grass was never greener, when we were on the same *** Now I only see in different shades of grey Baby, even if nothing happens We can still be Friends Even from a private number Call me again If I’m on your mind Pick up the telephone And turn this spark of thought Into a roaring fire I wanna love you over and over again