She sits on the bed, she combs her hair
And waits for the telephone to ring
They just liked a day in a hotel room
Her mother's waiting on the line

"Where have you been?" she said
"We thought you might dead;
How could you be so unkind?
What is on your mind?"

Heard they caught the man that took that girl
I saw it on the news
"Oh mother, got to go, you're worrying
And Michael's coming back soon"

"Where have you been?" she said
"We thought you might dead;
How could you be so unkind?
What is on your mind?"

She sits on the bed, she combs her hair
But Michael never came back

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