“Tell her about it
Let her know how much you care
When she can't be with you
Tell her you wish you were there.
Tell her about it.
Every day before you leave
Pay her some attention
Give her something to believe.”

— Billy Joel

Tell Her About It.
Song lyrics, An Innocent Man (1983)

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American singer-songwriter and pianist 1949

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