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 my 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