Texty: The Rutles. Lonely-Phobia.

You look forlorn
Too tired to yawn
As pale as a moon
On a bright afternoon
Your face is drawn

You've got lonely-phobia
And I only hope ya get better

You sit and stare
Beyond all care
But mirrors don't lie
And the look in your eye
Is showing your despair

You've got lonely-phobia
And I only hope ya get better

Another love could set you free
But you're afraid to go
Another love may prove to be
No better than the devil you know

It's late at night
You feel uptight
Your lover's in bed
While the thoughts in your head
Are far from light

You've got lonely-phobia
And I only hope ya get better

Another love could set you free
But you're afraid to go
Another love may prove to be
No better than the devil you know

You look forlorn
Too tired to yawn
As pale as a moon
On a bright afternoon
Your face is drawn

You've got lonely-phobia
And I only hope ya get better
You've got lonely-phobia
And I only hope ya get better