[Intro]
*(Smooth vinyl crackle, deep bassline swells, Barry White's velvety voice hums softly)*
[Verse 1]
Page one, the ink still fresh and black
A simple list of names stacked row on row
But when my voice begins to wind its track
Each letter starts to tremble, starts to glow
"Johnson... Philip... 555-0192..."
A number becomes poetry somehow
"Roberts... Lisa... Sunset Avenue..."
Her street name sounds like moonlight breaking through
[Chorus]
Oh, this directory’s a symphony
When I speak the mundane tenderly
White pages turn to velvet sheets at night
Every name I read feels warm and right
Yeah, the phonebook sings when Barry’s on the mic
Turns cold hard print to something soft and bright
[Verse 2]
"Chen... Wei... Apartment 3B..."
His address rolls like honey, thick and slow
"Greenwood... James... by the old oak tree..."
That lonely number starts to thrum and grow
A grocery list, a plumber, dry repair
Transforms to promises upon the air
"Miller... Sarah... morning sunshine..."
Her greeting sounds like destiny's first sign
[Chorus]
Oh, this directory’s a symphony
When I speak the mundane tenderly
White pages turn to velvet sheets at night
Every name I read feels warm and right
Yeah, the phonebook sings when Barry’s on the mic
Turns cold hard print to something soft and bright
[Bridge]
(Spoken over lush strings, gentle wah-wah guitar)
They say it's just a book, a list, a chore...
But baby, don't you feel that something more?
The rhythm in the numbers, one-two-three
The secret yearning hiding where you see...
Just names and digits waiting for the low
The rumble only Barry's voice can grow...
To make the ordinary truly grand...
Just place the whole world gently in my hand...
[Outro]
*(Barry's voice lingers, rich and warm, fading slowly over the continuing bassline and soft orchestral strings, punctuated by a final, gentle cymbal swell and the faint sound of a page turning)*
"Williams... David... (deep chuckle) ...you sound lovely tonight..."
*(Music dissolves into distant vinyl static, then silence)*
