Waiting by the telephone, waiting for the call.
Should be doing something, anything at all.

I waste my time waiting, I waste my time hoping.
This girl I like the best, same as all the rest.

They tease and lie, I know.
They cheat and talk, it shows.
What's a guy to do?
What must I do?

"Drop this girl" they say. "She's not your type.
Another will come your way. She'll make things right."

But I know better. They're all the same to me.
If a girl wants me, she'd call me right away,
Instead of me waiting, waiting every day.