Getting on a phone with a busy line Talking on a phone and losing my mind Never never never never realiza It feels so far, like a millions miles Give me give me give me give me little hand Just listen to your heart, don't consider it I'm looking oout at the city night I see your eyes in city lights Moscow calling Operator don't teas me Moscow calling Operator what's going on Moscow calling All the circuits are busy Moscow calling I'm going on ain't giving it up Party party party party somewhere, going crazy Night is calling me out, but I grip the phone I'm having no choice No coffee, no beer, no cigarettes, line's still busy Operator on the other end I need your voice I nees to hear your voice I'm phono phono phono phonomaniac When I hear your voice I wanna kiss the phone I wanna get paid for the weeks I stayed alone I have no onelse to call, for you I wanna save it all But it doesn't get through I'm going on and on I feel I'm gonna break this telephone
