Butch Walker Follow

I'm in love, love, love
With the girl that's on my voicemail
And I think I can't give up
Even though she dialed the wrong guy
I believe in something up above
That'll make her pick up just long enough to hear

I get home, home, home
Every afternoon to listen to
The voice on the telephone
Sayin' something about she's missing me
And I know, I know, I know
If she meant me it could grow so big from here

Answering machine girl
Oh, what does it mean girl
Since you came in my world
Nothing's as it seems, your
Dialing a big hole inside my head
A rebel without a cause

Don't hang up, up, up
I know that this is kind of weird
But tell me where did you grow up
Do you get high, do you drink beer
Are you married or live alone
Are you Beatles or The Stones, I have to know

Answering machine girl
Oh, what does it mean girl
Since you came in my world
Nothing's as it seems, your
Dialing a big hole inside my head
A rebel without a cause

One is the loneliest number
Tell me what combination breaks the spell I'm under
Hour after hour hidden somewhere undercover
If he ever called you back
Would you ever really want him

Answering machine girl
Oh, what does it mean girl
Since you came in my world
Nothing's as it seems, your
Dialing a big hole inside my head
A rebel without a cause