Telephone کے بول

Beg, honey, beg for more I was too fond and poor Just leave your number, your number in my telephone Pray until all your days are just hazy and gray And be aware of the headlights coming your way Let me in, let me in I have a safer bunker to stay in Let me in, let me in I have a safer bunker to stay in Run through the space where I hope that we collide It was always just an option to stay on your side And shape me into this master that you want me to be I'll be dead before you know, before you want me to be Let me in, let me in I have a safer bunker to stay in Let me in, let me in I have a safer bunker to stay in