| Song | Telephone Song |
| Artist | Stevie Jackson |
| Album | (I Can't Get No) Stevie Jackson |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Money and style and friends and work | |
| Music and sex and art and scene | |
| Boys and girls and drugs and dreams | |
| That’s you girl | |
| There’s a lot to be said for a telephone line | |
| I could call you up, I could make it so fine | |
| But guilt and fear and jealousy | |
| That’s me girl | |
| I carved her number on my wall | |
| It’s not as if I need someone | |
| It’s not as if I need someone | |
| It’s funny, she didn’t like my shirt | |
| So she told me, then she kissed me like I’d never seen a flirt | |
| I had not been courting, not for a while | |
| You’d have never have known it, not by her smile | |
| The coins, they’re burning a hole in my pocket | |
| Thoughts of her, they’re burning a hole in my head | |
| I could reach for the phone, I could flick it wide open | |
| I could scroll down some number, I could wish I was dead | |
| I carved her number on my wall | |
| It’s not as if I need someone | |
| It’s not as if I need someone | |
| If I treated her like she’s number one | |
| It’s not what I was thinking of | |
| It’s not what I was thinking of | |
| With an action I could be interrupting her time | |
| If I pickup the phone and get her on the line | |
| Is she making some coffee, washing her dishes | |
| Playing her records, dreaming her wishes | |
| Now I’m running with my group, I’m feeling alright | |
| Being chased by the rain like | |
| " | |
| A Hard Day’s Night | |
| " | |
| I pass by the ‘phone I wonder if she’s home | |
| She’s so cool, gotta have her, think I’ll leave her alone | |
| I carved her number on my wall | |
| It’s not as if I need someone | |
| It’s not as if I need someone | |
| If I treated her like she’s number one | |
| It’s not what I was thinking of | |
| It’s not what I was thinking of | |
| It’s not what I was thinking of | |
| It’s not what I was thinking of |
| Money and style and friends and work | |
| Music and sex and art and scene | |
| Boys and girls and drugs and dreams | |
| That' s you girl | |
| There' s a lot to be said for a telephone line | |
| I could call you up, I could make it so fine | |
| But guilt and fear and jealousy | |
| That' s me girl | |
| I carved her number on my wall | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| It' s funny, she didn' t like my shirt | |
| So she told me, then she kissed me like I' d never seen a flirt | |
| I had not been courting, not for a while | |
| You' d have never have known it, not by her smile | |
| The coins, they' re burning a hole in my pocket | |
| Thoughts of her, they' re burning a hole in my head | |
| I could reach for the phone, I could flick it wide open | |
| I could scroll down some number, I could wish I was dead | |
| I carved her number on my wall | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| If I treated her like she' s number one | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of | |
| With an action I could be interrupting her time | |
| If I pickup the phone and get her on the line | |
| Is she making some coffee, washing her dishes | |
| Playing her records, dreaming her wishes | |
| Now I' m running with my group, I' m feeling alright | |
| Being chased by the rain like | |
| " | |
| A Hard Day' s Night | |
| " | |
| I pass by the ' phone I wonder if she' s home | |
| She' s so cool, gotta have her, think I' ll leave her alone | |
| I carved her number on my wall | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| If I treated her like she' s number one | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of |
| Money and style and friends and work | |
| Music and sex and art and scene | |
| Boys and girls and drugs and dreams | |
| That' s you girl | |
| There' s a lot to be said for a telephone line | |
| I could call you up, I could make it so fine | |
| But guilt and fear and jealousy | |
| That' s me girl | |
| I carved her number on my wall | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| It' s funny, she didn' t like my shirt | |
| So she told me, then she kissed me like I' d never seen a flirt | |
| I had not been courting, not for a while | |
| You' d have never have known it, not by her smile | |
| The coins, they' re burning a hole in my pocket | |
| Thoughts of her, they' re burning a hole in my head | |
| I could reach for the phone, I could flick it wide open | |
| I could scroll down some number, I could wish I was dead | |
| I carved her number on my wall | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| If I treated her like she' s number one | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of | |
| With an action I could be interrupting her time | |
| If I pickup the phone and get her on the line | |
| Is she making some coffee, washing her dishes | |
| Playing her records, dreaming her wishes | |
| Now I' m running with my group, I' m feeling alright | |
| Being chased by the rain like | |
| " | |
| A Hard Day' s Night | |
| " | |
| I pass by the ' phone I wonder if she' s home | |
| She' s so cool, gotta have her, think I' ll leave her alone | |
| I carved her number on my wall | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| It' s not as if I need someone | |
| If I treated her like she' s number one | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of | |
| It' s not what I was thinking of |