how could i be so scared feeling like i did with my feet touching your feet under your sheets i was feeling like a prince but you live on the mainland and i m stuck on an island and the distance makes me sick that s why i dream of being able to touch you baby this relationship is held together by weekends weeks apart and it s getting really bad my teeth smile so seldom that it s tempting to grind them and long island makes me mad it must be something that you do cus baby i am gripping the telephone i am holding my plastic you as tight as i can i am gripping the telephone i am holding my plastic you i won t let go i hold this telephone feeling like a kid it s like a microphone try whispering secrets into it and i am tied to the phone chord cus you are on the other end this is my millionth phone card if i kiss you just pretend that you tasted me it must be something that you do i m in your mailbox i got a little lonely at home so open your mailbox