Ollie Chapman - Telephone

I'm so emotional
I wish I was dead
I can't get over you
All the things that were said
I'm so emotional
I wish I was dead
I'm so emotional
Might as well be dead
Inexplicable, God help me
Don't know how to show
I be calling on the telephone
Justifying in a telephone box
Screaming your name at the teletone
Oh, I'm all fine now
Don't push me past the mile
I'm tired of playing games, boy
This is painful
Oh, I'm too attached to you
Broken bones too many times for you
Gorgeous day, when I'm out with you
But I don't know what I'd do without you
I be calling on the telephone
You may now record your message
On the telephone
You may now record your message
Ay dee day dah
Dah dee day dah
Bum, dee da da da dah
Well oh, I'm just the usual
Nothing different 'bout me in the short steps
I've been getting money by the catsteps
Selling myself for the cruelest
Tell me, am I clueless
Maybe this is cureless
Oh, Momma Gee now I'm reckless
"A reckless, waste of space
A careless, damn you're always in the way"
Forget that much
I'm in trouble again, I know
I'm in trouble again, I know
I'm in trouble again, I know, Woo
I'm in trouble again, I know
La dee da da
La dee da da
La dee da da da dum
La dee da da
La dee da da
La dee da da da dum

Written by:
Ollie Chapman

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