Round and round the dial turns
Your finger itches but your vanity hurts
So you cross your friends off one by one

Either they're busy or they are no fun

Well, you can call me whenever you want

You can call me if your mouth needs to run

Your number's up it's by request

Do you have something to confess?
I'm out of touch you're out of breath
Do you have something to confess?


So round and round the dial turns
Your finger itches but your vanity hurts

And you know that all your friends will scream in horror
When they find you hanged by a phone chord


Well, you can call me whenever you want
You can call me if your mouth needs to run


Your number's up it's by request
Do you have something to confess?
I'm out of touch you're out of breath

Do you have something to confess?

You're out of touch I'm out of breath

Have you got something to confess?