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.