Do you need the service
Do you need to call me daily
Do you have reasons for calling at all
Is something on your mind
Is something wrong, I get the feeling
That you're laughing at my quiet surprise
My silhouette is changing
As I'm ageing by your window
And I focus on a light by your face
Call me the operator
Making comments 'he's so technical'
Or 'I've absolutely nothing to do'
Recycle all my photographs
I'll leave a picture of the queen
And no-one has to know I was there
Me, I'm so ashamed
You're all connected to my numbers |