Telephone Book Lyrics

Verse 1:
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
Verse 2:
You don't return my calls
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
you don't return my calls
Verse 3:
My telephone is the color red
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
you don't return my calls
repeat Verse 1:
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 cold in your veins
And will you never think of me the same