The Stryder My Plastic you Lyrics:
How could I be so scared? Feeling like I did.
With my feet touching your feet under your
sheets, I was feeling like a prince.
But you live on the mainland and I'm stuck on an
island and the distance makes me sick.
That's why I dream of being able to touch you,
baby this relationship is held together by weekends;
weeks apart, it's getting really bad.
My teeth smile so seldom that it's tempting to grind them
Long Island makes me mad.
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It must be something that you do.
Cause baby I am gripping the telephone
I am holding my plastic you as tight as I can.
I won't let go
I hold this telephone feeling like a kid.
It's like a microphone, try whispering secrets into it,
And I am tied to this phonecard, cause you're on the other end.
This is my millionth phone card so if I kiss you
just pretend that you tasted me.
I'm in your mailbox.
I got a little lonely at home
So open your mailbox.
Lyrics: My Plastic you, The Stryder [end]