Telephone Love
Hi! it’s me again; just calling and – thought I’d try my hand
Messed up and confused, the phrases that I always use
They work so fine, on a telephone line,
At least there’s no eyes to see me, oh, it’s so easy
It’s just a telephone – telephone love
Caught, state of confusion; papers astray, mass disarray
All the lines are ringing, which one do I pick up?
Who knows who it’ll be?
Pretend to be not me?
Oh, Oh but it’s her, her – I recognise the voice
It’s just my telephone – telephone love
What you want a telephone love for?
You gotta clear this telephone line!
You gotta make love with your body
Can you make love with your mind?
But that’s where it is
It’s all in the mi, mi, mi, mi, mi mind
That’s where it is – It’s all in the mind
How’d you like to meet sometime? I might come over, you laugh down the line
You know what I mean – I’ll be coming if I can
You might be lucky, well I’ll come prepared
Don’t count your chickens – we’re all looking to be laid
I’m just trying to ma, ma, ma, ma make
A telephone play
What you want a telephone love for?
You gotta clear this telephone line!
You gotta make love with your body
Can you make love with your mind?
But that’s where it is
It’s all in the mi, mi, mi, mi, mi mind
That’s where it is – It’s all in the mind
(Ian: acoustic guitar, lead vocal. Richard: electric guitars. Martin: piano, synth strings, synth brass, finger-picked acoustic guitar, bass guitar. Derek: drums)
