Breathe into my mouthpiece baby
press your cheek against me honey
whisper to me till I can't get enough
I wanna be your telephone
All the things you say
Always in your pocket
Never far away
I'd know all you could say
your joys and dismays
I wanna be your telephone
If you ever drop me in a puddle
I know you'd treat me so kind
brush me off and wipe me down
even though one day you'll trade me
for a faster kind
I don't care I don't care I don't mind
I wanna be your telephone