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I don't want to kiss you, I don't want to touchI don't want to see you 'cause I don't miss you that muchI'm not a telephone junkieI told you that we were just good friendsBut when I hold you like I hold that Bakelite in my handsThere's no action, there's no action, there's no actionEv'ry time I phone you, I just want to put you downHe's got the keys to the car, they are the keys to the kingdomHe's got ev'rything you need, it's a shame that he didn't bring themI'm not a telephone junkieIf I'm inserting my coin, I'm doing just fineAnd the things in my head start hurtin' my mindAnd I think about the way things used to beKnowing you're with him is driving me crazySometimes I phone you when I know you're not lonelyBut I always disconnect it in time From Letras Mania