Telephone Song

Money and style and friends and work
Music and sex and art and scene
Boys and girls and drugs and dreams
That's you girl
There's a lot to be said for a telephone line
I could call you up i could make it so fine
But guilt and fear and jealousy
That's me girl (ho, ho, ho)

I carved her number on my wall
It's not as if i need someone
It's not as if i need someone

It's funny she didn't like my shirt
So she told me, then she kissed me
Like i'd never seen a flirt
I had not been courting, not for a while
You'd have never have known it
Not by her smile
Now the coins they're burning a hole in my pocket
Thoughts of her, they're burning a whole in my head
I could reach for the 'phone, i could flick it wide open
I could scroll down some number
I could wish i was dead

I carved her number on my wall
It's not as if i need someone
It's not as if i need someone
If i treated her like she's number one
It's not what i was thinking of
It's not what i was thinking of

With an action i could be interrupting her time
If i pickup the phone and get her on the line
Is she making some coffee, washing her dishes
Playing her records, dreaming her wishes
Now i'm running with my group, i'm feeling alright
Being chased by the rain like 'a hard day's night'
I pass by the 'phone i wonder if she's home
She's so cool, gotta have her, think i'll leave her alone