Lyrics
you aren t doing anything
Saturday morning, i was writing letters, you d run them through the wash
The phone rang, it seemed to upset her
Saturday morning, all your pens spent all night in the living room
all your pens spent all night in the living room
You aren t doing anything, it seemed to upset her
with all this correspondence i still ain t getting none
You d run them through the wash, you aren t doing anything
You aren t doing anything, the phone rang Tsunami, it seemed to upset her
What do you know about it, the kind that make you blush
asked her about it later
i was writing letters
You d run them through the wash, the phone rang Tsunami, last time i checked your stationery still had the wrappers on
Why don t you pick up the phone, the kind that make you blush
With all this correspondence i still ain t getting none, the kind that make you blush Letters, you aren t doing anything
Asked her about it later, asked her about it later
Saturday morning, with all this correspondence i still ain t getting none
With all this correspondence i still ain t getting none, wish i could write those letters
you d run them through the wash
With all this correspondence i still ain t getting none, why don t you pick up the phone, wish i could write those letters