The Note

I've got your number in my wallet
And I'm gonna have to call it
But first I have a code to work out
Because the string of crazy symbols
That you very quickly scribbled
Makes little sense to me now
I suppose it is a trial
To check if I'm worthwhile
Of taking you out on a date
But it's got me in a muddle
It's an unexpected puzzle
And it's causing me to hesitate

Well I won't shy away from a challenge
And I'm not going to quit without a fight
But it seems you had your doubts
Whether this would work out
And I'm worried that you might be right.

Well I met you at a party
And you kept on talking to me
Though I tried my very best to get away
You seemed ok at first
But every drink made you get worse
You spoiled what could have been a lovely day
So in an attempt to dissuade you
While trying not to enrage you
I said that it was time for me to go
And I wrote down some nonsense
On the vaguest pretense
That you could call me on the telephone.

And so I made my escape from the party
And I left you inspecting my note
But I have no doubt
That you won't figure it out
Because there no sense in the stuff that I wrote.

B: I can show you heaven!
G: You're a mess.
B: I think I see a seven?
G: Lucky guess!
B: You could be my wife!
G: But I won't.
B: I think I see a five?
G: No you don't!