I look at my telephone book
I look at my telephone book
Down into a burning rage
I wrote your name on every page
But you don't return my calls
You don't return my calls
You don't return my calls
In a barrel of fun hey ain't I a lucky one?
You don't return my calls
My telephone is the color red
My telephone is the color red
Is that why you don't try
To acknowledge or reply?
Why you don't return my calls?
Did you hear from an old friend I knew once way back when
I did some bad things to myself and my health?
Or did you happen to hear an old song I once sang?
Did it make your sweet sweet blood run cold in your veins
And will you never think of me the same?