Round and round the dial turns you finger itches but your vanity hurts So you cross your friends off one by one Either they're busy or they are no fun Well you can call me whenever you want You can call me if you mouth needs to run Your numbers up it's by request Do you have something to confess? I'm out of touch you're out of breath Do you have something to confess? Round and round the dial turns You finger itches but your vanity hurts And you know that all your friends will scream in horror When they find you hanged by a phone cord Well you can call me whenever you want You can call me if you mouth needs to run Your numbers up it's by request Do you have something to confess? I'm out of touch you're out of breath Do you have something to confess? You're out of touch I'm out of breath Do you have something to confess?