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Make My Telephone Ring

If you need someone to talk to

You can call me anytime

If you need a strong hand you can hold onto

You can take a hold of mine

When you’re miles and miles from your warm safe bed

When you get the feeling like you’re out of your head

Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything

Just make my telephone ring

My, my, my, you’re a spider I’m a fly

And I guess we’ve gown apart

If you’re wondering why I let go

I’m surprised you don’t know

That we were fucked from the start

Your cold hands are always welcome under my shirt

Baby maybe we should stop before someone gets hurt

Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything

Just make my telephone ring

I would do anything

Come on end my suffering