Letras:Pulp. Other. Ansaphone.

Oh I know I don't own you
But I don't even know if I should phone you
Someone sending me letters
Saying you've been going with other fellers
And they bored you
But I don't wanna cry or talk for hours to a machine on the end of a telephone line
Oh it just kills me
When all you've got to do is call
Oh do it any time
'cause there's never no-one home
Never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone
I'm not trying to be clever
But at least we're not still living together
All those calls in the evening
If I answered they'd hang up without speaking
And they bored you
But I don't want to cry or talk for hours to a machine on the end of a telephone line
Oh it just kills me
When all you've got to do is call
Oh do it any time
'cause there's never no-one home
Never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone

[Beep!]
"Hello, its me.
I just wanted to call and say it doesn't matter what you get up to.
I just want you to stay in touch. That's all."

Are you really not at home?
Or are you there but not alone?
Screening calls
You don't want to receive meaning calls
Calls that come from me
Oh I need to see you
It's not enough for me just to hear you
You said you'd be here by ten thirty
But you want to stay out and be dirty
Oh it just kills me when all you've got to do is call
Oh do it any time 'cause there's never no-one home
Never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone