Nobody calling to take me out So I spend an evening on the couch Bask alone in the warm blue glow Another hour another show Theres nothing else for me to do Nine oclock is mad for you So I ask you Whats the storya Victoria What the hell is wrong with me An out of touch crush on my TV screen And I know when shes talking its to me I know you might think that its wrong But I know just how to turn her on A little red button on the TV set I press it down and then I get A live broadcast of the latest news flash And shes always on the scene Shes my dream Whats the storya Victoria What the hell is wrong with me An out of touch crush on my TV screen And I know when shes talking its to me I know you think its kind of strange This love I get through the TV rays But its better off than thinking Im alone And not knowing where Im going Whats the storya Victoria What the hell is wrong with me An out of touch crush on my TV screen And I know when shes talking its to me Whats the storya Victoria Why wont you go out with me An out of touch crush on my TV screen And I know when shes talking its to Rob
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