Floyd Lee Band Floyd Lee & His Mean Blues Band - Lose My Number

Lose my number
I ain’t picking up my phone
I said lose my number
I ain’t picking up my phone
You’re wasting your time, girl
You better learn to live alone

Thought you’d bring me luck, girl
I was wrong about that
Thought you’d bring me luck, girl
Man, I was wrong about that
You spent half my money
Lost the rest down at the track

I got me another woman
Ya, she treats me so fine
I got me another woman
Ya, she treats me so fine
She’s a pretty little thing
And we’re having a real good time

Lose it… Lose it…
Lose it… Lose it…
Lose my number
I ain’t picking up my phone

Your clothes are packed, baby
They’re sittin’ outside my door
Your clothes are packed now, baby
They’re sittin’ outside my door
I’m moving on now, girl
Don’t come around here no more

Lose it… Lose it…
Lose it… Lose it…
Lose my number
I ain’t picking up my telephone

Written by:
JOEL POLUCK

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