Round and round the dial turns Your 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 your mouth needs to run
Your number's 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?
So round and round the dial turns Your finger itches but your vanity hurts, oh 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 Yeah, you can call me if your mouth needs to run
Your number's 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 Have you got something to confess?