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.