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Oh what a feeling when you're up all night Get home to see that in the morning light Whether it's cold out there's no doubt Love being taxed by you Looks like a piece of junk till it gets turned on So good at getting to anywhere you want Even if one time it's one line Love being faxed by you I despise the telephone when it goes and I am home I just say I'm out Anyone whose mobile rings on a train that I am in I just scream and shout Let there be no doubt Give their ears a clout Night time's the right time in the U.S.A. There only starting up as you end your day Whether it's New York an old Cork Love being faxed by you I despise the telephone when it goes and I am home I pretend I'm out Anyone whose mobile rings on a train I'm sitting in I just scream and shout SongtexteLet there be no doubt Give their ears a clout Oh for the fun of it when you're on your own Oh for the joy it gives as you head for home Maybe I'm crazy but lately Love being taxed by you After a hard day I must say Love being faxed by you And I don't know what I'd do now without it And I don't know how without I'd live Would that I did And I don't care if it runs out of paper I don't mind if at time it's a mess It's still the best Aus Songtexte Mania