Wait with me,

calls the telephone.

Listen to my dial-tone;

I’ll whisper women in your ear,

exactly what you wish to hear.

I’m waiting , says him,

at the telephone.

I’m waiting on your dial tone.

Waiting for whispers in my ears

from women that I wish to hear.

‘Cept there’s bleakness now

in the telephone, like spying

on an empty room, waiting

for a guest to enter

‘cept this is hell and

I’m the sinner.

The coax cable and live-wire

just waiting there like a pilot fire.

The telephone has promised me,

so when he sings ring, ring; ring, ring,

I wish to God that he is she.