I look at my telephone book
I can't stand the way it look
I hate to think the way you took
Me down into a burning rage
I wrote your name on every page
But you don't return my calls
I'm ready to bust down these walls
I'm going down Niagara Falls in a barrel of fun
Hey ain't I a lucky one
My telephone is the color red
The red is all in y head
Some things are better left unsaid
Is that why you don't try
To acknowledge or reply why
Did you hear from an old friend
I knew once way back when
I did some bad things to myself and my health
Or did you happen to hear an old song I once sang
Did it make your sweet sweet blood run cld in your veins
And will you never think of me the same