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Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you
Baby flatline, still time to do it too (ha-ha-ha!)
Baby snack time, chow down to earth
But in your head she's a

Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
Boundary boredom!

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I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay

(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (Old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (O-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (O-o-old)
(Hotline!)
(Oh, uh, I'll try again though)

Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out!
No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby sat by and felt the wind
At least I called her a

Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
No boundary and boredom!

I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay

(For a while)
(While, oh)
(For a while)

(While, oh)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (-Old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (O-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (O-o-old)
(Hotline!)

Numb, feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb

What a waste

What a waste

What a waste

Sunbathe 'til morning time
And your e-eyes
Will open wide
(What a waste)
Oh baby, nevermind
And my si-ight
Oh, run and hide

I can say
Oh, wrap it in with cinnamon (what about)
I've been dead
Oh, wrap the trouble now (ha, ha!)
I feel so good
Ring won't bend (and you did it)
Thinking bent, oh
I won't stay more anymore, oh, I don't even think about it

Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't

I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh
I hate hoping, oh

Writer(s): Jack Stauber

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