Moscow Calling (ft. Bryats-Band & White)
Getting on a phone with a busy line
Talking on a phone and loosing my mind
Never never never never realise
It feels so far, like a million miles
Give me give me give me give me little hand
Just listen to your heart, dont consider it
I'm looking out at a city night
I see your eyes in city lights
Chorus: Moscow calling Operator don't teas me
Moscow calling Operator what's going on
Moscow calling All the circuits are busy
Moscow calling I'm going on ain't giving it up
Party party party party somewhere going crazy
Night is calling me out there but I grip the phone
I'm having no choice
No coffee, no beer, no cigarettes, and line's still busy
Operator on the other and I need your voice
I need to hear your voice
Chorus:-----------------------------------------------------------
I'm phono phono phono phonomaniac
When I hear your voice I wanna kiss the phone
I wanna get paid for the weeks I stayed alone
I have no one elso to call for you I wanna save it all
But it doesn't got thru
I'm going on and on
I feel I'm gonna break this telephone
Chorus:----------------------------------------------------------
I'm phono phono phono phonomaniac
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