Salesman's Lament

I couldn't reach your number
The number that you gave me was wrong
It was a mistake what you told me
Or maybe you were lying all along.

I tried to call you this morning
I tried how I tried all afternoon
Your eyes were so honest
When you said that you loved it
How could you have forgotten so very soon?

This is all premature
It's an over-reaction
I'll wait for you to call.
If you don't call soon
Then I'll know it's no mistake
I really mean nothing to you at all.

But you ate my freebie luncheon
You drank my paid-for beer
You listened to my sales pitch
And you promised that you'd hear.
And when I asked you for your number
You said "This is my di-rect line."
But now I'm talking to an 800 number
And I'm starting to think you lied.

I'll try dialling you just one more time.