I'm out of touch, you're out of breath
Your number's up, it's by request
I'm out of touch, you're out of breath
And you know that all your friends will scream in horror
Do you have something to confess?
So round and round the dial turns
Your finger itches but your vanity hurts
And so you cross your friends off one by one
You're out of touch, I'm out of breath
Do you have something to confess?
When they find you hanged by a phone chord
Well, you can call me whenever you want
Do you have something to confess?
Your number's up, it's by request
Yeah, you can call me if your mouth needs to run
Either they're busy or they are no fun
Well, you can call me whenever you want
You can call me if your mouth needs to run
Do you have something to confess?
