[Part I]
[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
No boundary boredom
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental Break]
[Refrain]
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold (-old, Huh?)
(Hotline)
My line is getting cold (-old-old-old)
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold (-o-o-old)
(Hotline)
(No, uh, I'll try again, though)
[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
No boundary boredom
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental Break]
[Refrain]
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold (-old, Huh?)
(Hotline)
My line is getting cold (-old-old-old)
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold (-o-o-old)
(Hotline)
(No, uh, I'll try again, though)
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