Oh, Darling, I just called to say

I've made a feast for you today

With every gourmet dish you could desire.

Your chair's drawn up;

the table's laid;

The soup is hot;

the salad's made,

and when you come, I'll even build a fire.

Then, as you savor this fine roast,

you might decide to raise a toast

To all the depths you see within my eyes.

What, Darling? No?

You've other plans?

Oh, wrong number, sir;

you're not the man

I meant to call. No, don't apologize.