And I pretend
To be looking
At something more
Fascinating
Like my own feet
To gauruntee
When I go by
Our eyes don't meet

And I misplace
That paper piece
On which you wrote
Numbers for me
Conveniently
I fail to say
I wouldn't use it
Anyway

When I say hello
I've got to go
Why don't you hear
I mean hell no

And strangely I
Do not receive
The messages
You leave for me
On my machine
There seems to be
Some kind of weird
Malfunctioning

And I delete
Mistakenly
The email that
You sent lately
So no in re
Would you like to
Will I be sending
Back to you

When I say hello
I've got to go
Why don't you hear
I mean hell no

And I make up
Fake things to do
So I've no time
To spend with you
Like car repair
Or cut my hair
Reasons more clear
Than urban air

When I say hello
I've got to go
Why don't you hear
I mean hell no
When I say hello
I've got to go
Why don't you hear
I mean hell no