how could I be so scared,
feeling like I did?
with my feet touching your feet under your sheets,
I was feeling like a prince,
but you live on the mainland, and Iâm stuck on an island,
and the distance makes me sick.
thatâs why I dream of being able to touch you
baby. this relationship
is held together by weekends weeks apart
and itâs getting really bad.
my teeth smile so seldom that itâs tempting to grind them
and Long Island makes me mad.
it must be something that you do,3x
âcus baby I am gripping the telephone.
I am holding my plastic you
as tight as I can.
I am gripping the telephone.
I am holding my plastic you.
I wonât let go.
I hold this telephone
feeling like a kid.
itâs like a microphone,
try whispering secrets into it,
and I am tied to the phone chord
'cus you are on the other end.
this is my millionth phone card.
if I kiss you just pretend that you tasted me.
it must be something that you do.
iâm in your mailbox.
I got a little lonely at home.
so open your mailbox.
