Wishing that the pills that you cry

LyricsBaby Hotline

Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you Baby flatline, still time to do it too (ha-ha-ha!) Baby snack time, chow down to earth

But in your head she′s a Hoarder of quarters And no boundary boredom-dom Boundary boredom! I contend that your drinking eye has never opened I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay (Hotline!) Hung up and put it on hold! (old) (Hotline!) My line is getting cold! (o-o-old) (Hotline!) Hung up and put it on hold! (o-o-old) (Hotline!) (Oh, uh, I’ll try again though) Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out! No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha!) Baby sat by and felt the wind At least I called her a Hoarder of quarters And no boundary boredom-dom No boundary and boredom! I contend that your drinking eye has never opened I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay (For a while) (While, oh) (hahahahahaha) (For a while) (While, oh) (Hotline!) Hung up and put it on hold! (-Old) (Hotline!) My line is getting cold! (O-o-old) (Hotline!) Hung up and put it on hold! (O-o-old) (Hotline!) Numb, feel burning with haste And I′m realizing now it’s a terrible waste I feel numb, I’ve been burning with haste And I′m realizing now what a terrible waste I feel numb, I′ve been burning with haste And I’m realizing now it′s a terrible waste I feel numb, I’ve been burning with haste And I′m realizing now it’s a terrible waste I feel numb What a waste What a waste What a waste Sunbathe ′til morning time And your e-eyes Will open wide (What a waste) Oh baby, nevermind And my si-ight Oh, run and hide I can say Oh, wrap it in with cinnamon (what about) I’ve been dead Oh, wrap the trouble now (ha ha!) I feel so good Ring won’t bend (and you did it) Thinking bent, oh I won′t stay more anymore, oh I don′t even think about it Oh, you know I don’t Oh, you know I don′t Oh, you know I don’t Oh, you know I don′t I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I hate hoping, oh I hate hoping, oh

Baby Hotline

Baby hotline
Please hold me close to you
Baby flatline
Still time to do it too
(Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby snack time
Chow down to earth but in your head she’s a

Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dum
Boundary boredom!

I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die
And I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry
And I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside
And see her okay

(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold!
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold!
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold!
(Hotline!)
(Oh, uh, I’ll try again though)

Baby hotline
Please dial nine to get out!
No flatline
What were you scared about?
(Ha-ha-ha)
Baby sat by and felt the wind, at least I called her a

Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dum
Boundary boredom!

I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die
And I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry
And I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside
And see her okay

(For a while)
(While, oh)
(For a while) (hahahahaha)
(While, oh)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold!
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold!
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold!
(Hotline!)

Numb, feel burning with haste
And I’m realizing now it’s a terrible waste
I feel numb, I’ve been burning with haste
And I’m realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb, I’ve been burning with haste
And I’m realizing now it’s a terrible waste
I feel numb, I’ve been burning with haste
And I’m realizing now it’s a terrible waste
I feel numb

What a waste
What a waste
What a waste

Sunbathe ’til morning time
And your e-eyes will open wide
(What a waste)
Oh baby nevermind
And my si-ight will run and hide

I can say
Oh wrap it in with cinnamon
(What about)
I’ve been dead
Oh wrap the trouble now (ha ha!)
I feel so good
Ring won’t bend (and you did it)
Thinking bent, oh
I won’t stay more anymore, oh I don’t even think about it

Oh, you know I don’t
Oh, you know I don’t
Oh, you know I don’t
Oh, you know I don’t

I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh
I hate hoping, oh