Telephone

I do not like things that I hate so much
They don't make me feel better
And my psych said I never get rid of it enough
Like those calls on the phone
Are you laughing, are you mad?
I'm not a jug free of desire
I'll tell you, I'll tell you

What I've got on my own
I'll tell you, I'll tell you
What I've got on my own

Nothing compares to the time we wasted, that time you owe me
Talking on and on about yourself
What do you think my smile is coming from?

Right here behind, deepest
I do have also some requests
Now I don't mind, 'cause deep inside of me

I'll tell you, I'll tell you
What I've got on my own
I'll tell you, I'll tell you
What I've got on my own



Credits
Writer(s): Claudia Buzzetti
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