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She's painting her fingernails waiting for something to happenListening to love songs, watching the clock on the wall...She could fix a cheese sandwich but someone might ask her to dinnerSo, she's painting her fingernails waiting for someone to call...There's torn, yellowed photograph stuck in the edge of the mirrorBy the Raggedy Ann doll she played with when she was a child...There's a top dresser drawer filled with jewelry, pills, and old lettersAnd she's painting her fingernails dreaming of Paul Newman's smile...There's a sink full of dishes leftover from three lonely breakfasts And some old glamour magazines all very neatly arranged...But the magazines just make her feel like she's fat, and she's uglySo she's painting her fingernails waiting for something to change...On her desk is the macrame she started back last DecemberAnd the bright colored Christmas card he sent her three years ago...So she stretches her legs in an exercise she's been neglectingShe's painting her fingernails hoping that age doesn't show...And the thought pops up that the telephone just might be out of orderShe picks it up, hears the tone and sets it down again...Hell, there are lots of other menIf she has to she can always call a friend...In the fridge there's what is left of last Wednesday night candle light dinnerSongtexteOn her neck is the love mark he left to prove he was there...She'd call the dentist and take her red coat to the cleanersBut she's painting her fingernails wondering if anyone cares...She undresses seductively in front of Johnny CarsonAnd smiles goodnight to the bullfighter there on the wall...She crawls into bed knowing this time tomorrowShe'll be painting her fingernails waiting for someone to call...Painting her fingernails waiting for someone to call... Aus Songtexte Mania