Telephone Book Lyrics - 3 - Violent Femmes

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 took 

Me down into a burnin' rage 

I wrote your name on every page 

But you don't return my calls 

You don't return my calls 

You don't return my calls 

I'm ready to bust down the walls 

I'm going down Niagara Falls 

In a barrel of fun 

Hey ain't I a lucky one 

You don't return my calls 

My 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 unsaid 

Is that why you don't try 

To acknowledge or reply 

You don't return my calls 

Why did you hear from an old friend 

I knew once way back when 

I did some bad things to myself and my health 

Or did you happen to hear an old song I once sang 

Did it make your sweet sweet blood run cold in your veins 

And will you never think of me the same