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're With Him Is Driving Me Crazy

Sometimes I Phone You When I Know You're Not Lonely

But I Always Disconnect It In Time