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Money and style and friends and work
Music and sex and art and scene
Boys and girls and drugs and dreams
Thatâs you girl
Thereâs 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
Thatâs me girl (ho, ho, ho)
I carved her number on my wall
Itâs not as if I need someone
Itâs not as if I need someone
Itâs funny she didnât like my shirt
So she told me, then she kissed me
Like Iâd never seen a flirt
I had not been courting, not for a while
Youâd have never have known it
Not by her smile
Now the coins theyâre burning a hole in my pocket
Thoughts of her, theyâre burning a whole in my head
I could reach for the âphone, 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
Itâs not as if I need someone
Itâs not as if I need someone
If I treated her like sheâs number one
Itâs not what I was thinking of
Itâs 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 Iâm running with my group, Iâm feeling alright
Being chased by the rain like âA Hard Dayâs Nightâ
I pass by the âphone I wonder if sheâs home
Sheâs so cool, gotta have her, think Iâll leave her alone