Telephone Lyrics - An Pierle

Hey little girl 

I'm the voice in your head 

I'm the portrait that hangs on the wall 

I'm the treasure inside 

Down the alley she goes 

Hush 

An don't tell anyone for the road 

Take a biscuit and listen politely 

To what I'm about to tell 

Down the alley she goes 

(She sings) 

Go precious queen 

You mean everything to mum and dad 

They'll be sad when you're gone 

But your target is higher 

Down the alley she goes 

Look at the stairs 

And whatever they mean 

It's a frightening thing to look up to 

But it is your task 

In the alley 

And then she walks 

On the telephone wire 

To have her little chat with God 

So far, so good 

I am your friend 

And if you get scared, just sing 

Lala lala lala 

One cannot make omelets without breaking eggs 

And the aimless are useless 

So go on and fight for your dreams 

In the alley 

Hey little girl, 

Are the voices still there? 

Do you hear them from nowhere? 

The set up was mean 

Filial piety in the alley 

She falls 

Her final way to heaven