Dancing On the Telephone

When you call me, i dance on the telephone
When I’m waiting, I gnaw my fingers to the bone
When it’s raining, it’s always raining on my heart
But when you call me it don’t seem to matter that
The car won’t start and the roof’s started leaking
Some business set’s it on fire
When we’re in touch with each other
There’s a cool exchange, touch me and believe it
Operator, high anticipation
Cool exchange, in a boys imagination
Ooh, ooh, I’m dancing on the telephone
Operator, high anticipation
Cool exchange, in a boys imagination
Ooh, ooh, I’m dancing on the telephone
When you call me, I fall for the party line
Could be in mensa with an iq of under thirty-nine
Ah, now we’re talking
Some girls are fond of deceiving
You got my whole heart believing
When you’re in touch with each other
There’s a cool exchange, touch me and believe it
Operator, high anticipation
Cool exchange, in a boys imagination
Ooh, ooh, I’m dancing on the telephone
Operator, high anticipation
Cool exchange, in a boys imagination
Ooh, ooh, I’m dancing on the telephone