Your Call

I heard a lot about the links with the phones and the cancer,
And all the radiation we absorb as we banter.
I can see the scientific nuttter's (?) propaganda,
ain't no pointing fingers, everybody put your hands up.
Still I hazard if you're doing good I understand ya,
But I'm no expert, I'm just candid.
Electromagneticism (sic) is rampant, so when I get a call, I'll answer.
No matter what the circumstances,
or however the latest lot of research damns us, I'll take my chances.
They dance around truths like they're just rumours,
That ain't been proved yet, and I've got the evidence that can't be refuted so resistance is futile:

Urthboy: So why didn't you call me yeah,
Elana: But I'm just wondering if I should call you.
Urthboy: If buts and maybes, and baby's steps
Elana: I've been thinking what could I do for you?
Urthboy: A gambling woman would say
Elana: Takin' my chances with you.

And what will happen if I contact you,
The implications if I follow through.
If we go steady I'm not ready for another fall,
I have to think it through before I even make the call.
I've been with a ginger before,
And when I see the red flag I'm like a bull to the matador.
You play in a hip-hop band, I'm not looking for a one night stand.
With your groupies, what if you've got herpies? I don't think that this is gonna work.
These are the reasons that make it clear, that we should not get involved my dear.

Elana: Are you the cure? I'm not sure, if my heart can take another fall.
I can't even pick up the phone to make the call.

Both: I get confused making my mind up, are you the fuse that could light me up?