I don't wanna kiss you. I don't wanna touch.    I don't wanna see you 'cause I don't miss you that much.    I'm not a telephone junkie.    I told you that we were just good friends.    But when I hold you like I hold that bakelite in my hands,    there's no action,    there's no action,    there's no action.    Ev'ry time I phone you, I just wanna put you down.       He's got the keys to the car.    They are the keys to the kingdom.    He's got ev'rything you need.    It's a shame that he didn't bring them.    I'm not a telephone junkie.    If I'm inserting my coin I'm doing just fine.    And the things in my head start hurtin' my mind.    And I think about the way things used to be,    knowing you with him is driving me crazy.    Sometimes I phone you when I know you're not lonely,    but I always disconnect it in time.