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Ansaphone

Pulp

Oh I know I don't own you / but I don't even know if I should phone you 

 Someone sending me letters / saying you've been going with other fellers 

 And they / bored you / But I / don't wanna cry / or talk for hours 

 to a machine / on the end / of a telephone line 

 Oh it just kills me / when all you've got to do is call 

 Oh do it any time / 'cause there's never no-one home / never no-one home 

 Leave your message on the ansaphone / I'm not trying to be clever 

 but at least we're not still living together 

 All those calls in the evening / if I answered they'd hang up without speaking 

 And they / bored you / But I / don't want to cry / or talk for hours 

 to a machine / on the end / of a telephone line 

 Oh it just kills me / when all you've got to do is call 

 Oh do it any time / 'cause there's never no-one home / never no-one home 

 Leave your message on the ansaphone 

 [Beep!] 

 "Hello, its me. I just wanted to call and say it doesn't matter what you get up to.

 I just want you to stay in touch. That's all." 

 Are you really not at home? / Or are you there but not alone? 

 Screening calls / you don't want to receive / meaning calls 

 calls that come from me / Oh I / need to see you 

 It's not enough for me just to hear you / You said you'd be here by ten thirty 

 but you want to stay out and be dirty / Oh it just kills me 

 when all you've got to do is call / Oh do it any time 

 'cause there's never no-one home / never no-one home 

 Leave your message on the ansaphone.