There, there is no wrong there is no right Just a man on a telephone, in love or in a fight Some, sometimes you want sometimes you need But you dont really care about, the things you do to me I spent such a long time Wondering what my two hands were for Then suddenly it came to me I need them when you push me to the floor I dont want to take up all of your time But then I always do anyway gain But then we always do Now, now you can say I am not okay But I dont really get along with people anyway She, she is my air she is my wine Even though I let it come to this everything is fine Baby save me this conversations waiting
anyway, sometimes, really, always, telephone