Telephone Lyrics

Telephone lyrics

Hey little girl

Im the voice in your head

Im the portrait that hangs
on the wall

Im the treasure inside



Down the alley she goes



Hush

An dont tell anyone for the road

Take a biscuit and
listen politely

To what Im about to tell



Down the alley she
goes

(She sings)



Go precious queen

You mean everything
to mum and dad

Theyll be sad when youre gone

But your target is
higher



Down the alley she goes



Look at the stairs

And whatever they mean

Its a frightening thing to look up to

But
it is your task



In the alley



And then she walks

On the telephone wire

To have her little chat with God



So
far, so good

I am your friend

And if you get scared, just sing

Lala lala lala



One cannot make omelets without breaking eggs

And the aimless are useless

So go on and fight for your dreams



In the alley



Hey little girl,

Are the voices still
there?

Do you hear them from nowhere?

The set up was mean

Filial piety in the alley

She falls

Her final way to heaven