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.