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Oh, you think you'll make it on your own But every time you cry your heart out You just play a part about what might have been. Oh, don't give me bad news on the phone Cause every time I hear that shit ring I listen to your voice sing and I'm turning green. She questions everything you see Every time I climb a sugar hill Sitting on the window sill I'm watching a bee. Don't give me bad news on the phone! My heart is rolling like a stone Well, I can feel the hot steam coming out of your nostrils And chilling my bones. Cry, my oh my oh my oh my Look at all the dirty pictures Acid queens and hipsters passing by. Don't give me bad news on the phone! My heart is rolling like a stone Well, I can feel the hot steam coming out of your nostrils And chilling my bones. Don't give me bad news on the phone! My heart is rolling like a stone Well, I can feel the hot steam coming out of your nostrils And chilling my bones. Aus Songtexte Mania