Violent Femmes - Telephone book

I ^Glook 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 ^EmDown into a burning rage I wrote your name on every page But ^Gyou don't ^Dreturn my ^Gcalls

^GYou don't return my calls You don't return my calls I'm ready to bust down these walls I'm going down Niagara Falls ^Em In a barrel of fun hey ain't I a lucky one? ^GYou don't ^Dreturn my ^Gcalls

^GMy telephone is the color red My telephone is the color red The red is all in my head Some things are left better unsaid ^EmIs that why you don't try To acknowledge or reply? Why ^Gyou don't ^Dreturn my ^Gcalls?

^CDid you hear from an old friend I ^Gknew once way back when ^EmI did some bad things to my^Cself and my he^Dalth? ^COr did you happen to hear an old ^Gsong I once sang? Did it^Em make your sweet sweet blood run cold in your ^Cveins And will you ^Dnever think of me the same?^G