I don't wanna kiss you. I don't wanna touch.
I don't wanna see you 'cause I don't miss you that much.
I'm not a telephone junkie.
I told you that we were just good friends.
But when I hold you like I hold that bakelite in my hands,

There's no action,
There's no action,
There's no action.
Ev'ry time I phone you, I just wanna put you down.

He's got the keys to the car.
They are the keys to the kingdom.
He's got ev'rything you need.
It's a shame that he didn't bring them.
I'm not a telephone junkie.
If I'm inserting my coin I'm doing just fine.
And the things in my head start hurtin' my mind.
And I think about the way things used to be,
Knowing you with him is driving me crazy.
Sometimes I phone you when I know you're not lonely,
But I always disconnect it in time.

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• Hand in Hand
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• Lipstick Vogue
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• Living in Paradise
• Night Rally
• No Action
• Pump It Up
• Radio Radio
• Running Out of Angels
• The Beat
• This Year's Girl
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