Confess

Round and round the dial turns
you finger itches but your vanity hurts

So you cross your friends off one by one
Either they're busy or they are no fun

Well you can call me whenever you want
You can call me if you mouth needs to run

Your numbers up it's by request
Do you have something to confess?
I'm out of touch you're out of breath
Do you have something to confess?

Round and round the dial turns
You finger itches but your vanity hurts

And you know that all your friends will scream in horror
When they find you hanged by a phone cord

Well you can call me whenever you want
You can call me if you mouth needs to run

Your numbers up it's by request
Do you have something to confess?
I'm out of touch you're out of breath
Do you have something to confess?

You're out of touch I'm out of breath
Do you have something to confess?