Private Caller - Lyrics - Yovee

Yovee joined forces in 2003 as the result of a recording project, the soundtrack for Riding In Vans With Boys. Eight months later, they released their first EP, City Strollin, and began performing in front of sold-out crowds immediately. Yovee blends acoustic guitar, piano, and vocal harmonies with a modern chord progression, resulting in a lush sound influenced by a diverse mix of history... Young, Fleetwood Mac, the Beatles, Coldplay and Radiohead.

Uh, yeah! Who's that calling? 2 am, it's private caller Someones mother Who's that peeking, Through my window? I will shoot you, stuff you and, Put you on my wall of trophies We will drink red wine and Laugh at Day that you came all Nimbly bimbly and You busted windows For the system Get ready! This weekend will come undone! Forget it! Cause we're coming to pass you up! Uh, yeah! (x2) Who's that calling? 2 am, it's private caller Someones mother Who's that peeking, In my window? I will shoot you, stuff you and Put you on my wall of trophies We will drink red wine and Laugh at Day that you came all Nimbly bimbly and You busted windows For the system Get ready! This weekend will come undone! Forget it! Cause we're coming to pass you up! Get ready! This weekend will come undone! Forget it! Cause we're coming to pass you up! Pass you up now and i say How do you know when to say it's not enough Now with these drugs, never with this love We come undone Come undone now and unfold