(This is a little love letter)
My answer machine is feelin´ lonely and blue
Cause it ain´t had a message in an hour or two
And my fax machine has tears in its eyes
Cause there ain´t no words burnin´ through its wires
Is it something I did is it something I said
Is it something I sang or is it something you read
Come clean with me or else instead I´m gonna wash my hands of you
Hey like Elvis said we´re goin´ seperate ways I´m gonna wash my hands of you