Baby hotline, please hold me close to you
Baby flatline, still time to do it too (ha-ha-ha)
Baby snack time, chow down to earth
But in your head she's a
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
No boundary boredom
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her okay
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold (-old, huh?)
(Hotline)
My line is getting cold (-old-old-old)
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold (-o-o-old)
(Hotline)
(No, uh, I'll try again though)
Baby hotline, please dial nine to get out
No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha)
Baby sat by and felt the wind
At least I called her a
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
No boundary boredom
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her okay
(For a while)
(While, oh) (hahahahahaha-)
(For a while)
(While, oh)
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold (-old, huh?)
(Hotline)
My line is getting cold (-o-o-old)
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold (-o-o-old)
(Hotline)
Numb, feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb, I feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb
(What a waste)
(What a waste)
(What a waste)
Sunbathe 'til morning time
And your e-eyes will open wide
(What a waste)
Oh baby, never mind
To my si-ight, oh, run and hide
I can say
Oh, wrap it in with cinnamon
(What about-)
I've been dead
Oh, wrap the trouble now (ha-ha)
I feel so good, you're welcome (then you did it)
Thinking bent, oh (why did-)
I won't say more anymore, oh.