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