Telephone

I'm all hung up

In that nook in the hall

When your best line to the outside was a call

I'd lay and wait

To feel your touch

Tone deaf lovers under covers who'll never hang up

For hours and hours we

Spoke mouth to mouth

We always told the truth

So When did it all go south

I was your whole world

Tangled up and curled

Only 2nd in line to the refrigerator

I'm your rotary girl

Without a ring or pearls

Don't make me go the way of the operator

You always had me to tell that something's wrong

Luckily the bad ones didn't last that long

When you hung me up for one last time

My final bell had rung, my chord wrapped around me tight

I was your whole world

Tangled up and curled

Only 2nd in line to the refrigerator

I'm your rotary girl

Without a ring or pearls

Don't make me go the way of the operator

Seven minutes and spinning those bottles

Ouija boards and making threeway calls

You were no touchtone Aristotle

*67 when you ain't feeling tall

I was your whole world

Tangled up and curled

Only 2nd in line to the refrigerator

I'm your rotary girl

Without a ring or pearls

Don't make me go the way of the operator