I don't want to kiss you, I don't want to touch

I don't want to 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 want to 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're with him is driving me crazy

Sometimes I phone you when I know you're not lonely

But I always disconnect it in time

Writer : ELVIS COSTELLO (AKA: D. MACMANUS)
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group