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're with him is driving me crazy
sometimes i phone you when i know you're not lonely
but i always disconnect it in time