Dancing On The Telephone Lyrics - Steve Harley

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