Nikka Costa
I Wanna Be Your Telephone
Breathe into my mouthpiece baby
Press your cheek against me honey
Push my buttons with your tender touch
Whisper to me till I can't get enough

I wanna be your telephone
I wanna be your telephone
I wanna be your telephone

All the things you say
Always in your pocket, never far away
I'd know all you could say
Share your ups and downs, joys and dismays

I wanna be your telephone
I wanna be your telephone
I wanna be your telephone

If you ever drop me in a puddle
I know you'd treat me so kind
Brush me off and wipe me down
Even though one day you'll trade me for a faster kind

I don't care
I don't mind, no
I wanna be your telephone
I wanna be your telephone
I wanna be your telephone
I wanna be your telephone
I wanna be your telephone
Telephone

I wanna be your telephone