Telephone Song - Stevie Jackson

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

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

The coins, they’re burning a hole in my pocket

Thoughts of her, they’re burning a hole 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

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

It’s not what I was thinking of

It’s not what I was thinking of