I don't wanna kiss you. i don't wanna touch. I don't wanna see you 'cause i don't miss you that much. I'm not a telephone junkie. I told you that we were just good friends. But when i hold you like i hold that bakelite in my hands,
There's no action, There's no action, There's no action. Ev'ry time i phone you, i just wanna put you down.
He's got the keys to the car. They are the keys to the kingdom. He's got ev'rything you need. It's a shame that he didn't bring them. I'm not a telephone junkie. If i'm inserting my coin i'm doing just fine. And the things in my head start hurtin' my mind. And i think about the way things used to be, Knowing you with him is driving me crazy. Sometimes i phone you when i know you're not lonely, But i always disconnect it in time.