Telephone Book Lyrics

I look at my telephone book
I look at my telephone book
I can't stand the way it look
I hate to think the way you tookMe down into a burnin' rage
I wrote your name on every page
You don't return my callsYou don't return my calls
You don't return my calls
I'm ready to bust down the walls
I'm going down Niagara FallsIn a barrel of fun
Hey, ain't I a lucky one
You don't return my callsMy telephone book is the color red
My telephone book is the color red
The red is all in my head
Some things are left better unsaidIs that why you don't try
To acknowledge or reply
Why you don't return my callsI look at my telephone book
I look at my telephone book
I can't stand the way it look

I hate to think the way you tookMe down into a burnin' rage
I wrote your name on every page
You don't return my callsDid you hear from an old friend
I knew once way back when
I did some bad things to myself
And my healthOr did you happen to hear an old song I once sang
Did it make your sweet sweet blood run cold in your veins
Will you never think of me the same