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, oh

And you know that all your friends will scream in horror

When they find you hanged by a phone cord

Well, you can call me whenever you want

Yeah, 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?