Letra de Telephone Book
I look at my telephone book I look at my telephone book I can't stand the way it look I hate to think the way you tookMe down into a burnin' rage I wrote your name on every page You don't return my callsYou don't return my calls You don't return my calls I'm ready to bust down the walls I'm going down Niagara FallsIn a barrel of fun Hey, ain't I a lucky one You don't return my callsMy telephone book is the color red My telephone book is the color red The red is all in my head Some things are left better unsaidIs that why you don't try To acknowledge or reply Why you don't return my callsI look at my telephone book I look at my telephone book I can't stand the way it look I hate to think the way you tookMe down into a burnin' rage I wrote your name on every page You don't return my callsDid you hear from an old friend I knew once way back when I did some bad things to myself And my healthOr did you happen to hear an old song I once sang Did it make your sweet sweet blood run cold in your veins Will you never think of me the same