you?ve gone away I never know just what to say Since you?ve gone away I never know just what to say Cause I like cars more than telephones Your voice
the one across the hall. If you don't answer I'll just ring it off the wall. I know he's there but I just had to call. Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Leg die Muschel mal ganz zärtlich an dein Ohr sei ganz still dann sing ich leise dir was vor. Dreh' die Musik ganz weit zurück kannst du verstehn
reach my telephone My telephone, m-m-my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club And I'm sippin' that bubb' And you're not gonna reach my telephone My telephone
on me Sorry, I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy. K-kinda busy K-kinda busy Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy. Just a second, It's my favorite song
gonna reach my telephone My telephone M-m-m my telephone 'Cuz I'm out in the club And I'm sippin that bubb And you're not gonna reach my telephone My telephone
me Sorry I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy K-kinda busy K-kinda busy Sorry I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy Just a second It's my favorite song they'
gonna reach my telephone My telephone, mi-mi-mi, my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub' And you're not gonna reach my telephone My telephone
Missed my alarm clock ringing Woke up, telephone screaming Boss man singing his same old song Rolled in late about an hour No cup of coffee, no shower
real time is right give us a chance nothing-I won't do-for you rap: To each his all and all the love I've grown three rolls of quarters in the telephone
That sent me to the pile Mustard in your smile Lend a hand on the radio dial And the breezes of the seasons Have blown us back to hell It's a stolen telephone
my ghetto niggas In the ghetto, bitch, looking forthem ghetto licks Geting ghetto rich Knowing that the steam in the book flip the gang Quick to get my telephone
It's a lonely Saturday night Oh, nobody calls me on the telephone I put another record on my stereo But I'm still singin a song of you It's a lonely
sacked Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact Melodies wrapped in glass shatter with the impact Air interminglin', ringin' with the singin' Of songs
Turn up the radio Turn up the radio Turn up the radio I heard our song on the radio It wasn't long before I think of you Can't get the sound out of my
Simply, knowing you exist Ain't good enough for me But asking for your telephone number Seems highly inappropriate Seeing as I can't, you don't say hi
Simply, knowing you exist Ain?t good enough for me But asking, for your telephone number Seems highly inappropriate Seen as I cant even say hi, when you
in the kitchen making pizza Somewhere down in Battery Park I'm singing songs about the future Wondering where you are I could call you on the telephone