From: andronicus451@gmail.com   
      
   TELEPHONE MAMA   
      
   I lived my life on a razor blade   
   Never found escape in my empty shade   
   'Til came one day when the C.I.A.   
   Said we need you bad down in Leningrad   
   I took my life of a legal alien   
   A "Bolivian dancer"   
   That's what I was and I knew I found my aim   
      
   Just telephone mama   
   Just living on a poison pill   
   Telephone mama   
   A robot dressed to kill   
   Telephone mama   
   That's all kept in mind   
   Telephone mama   
   The rest is left behind   
      
   I met Freulein in a French café   
   Just a cigarette and a "les jeux sont faits"   
   Then came one night when she was in sight   
   Through the bathroom door saw her seek for more   
   I took my colt and I pointed at her eyes   
   Sentimental Cancer   
   That's what it was   
   And I knew I lost my prize   
      
   Just telephone mama ...   
      
   She looked at me but she was so sweet   
   She knelt to my feet   
   Said she had to cheat   
   'Cause she lived her life on the sharpest knife   
   And the K.G.B. never let her breathe   
   I took her hand, we decided to go far   
   A naivest "dancer"   
   That's what I was   
   And two men approached the car   
      
   Just telephone mama ...   
      
   ORIGINAL SOUND: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bskx6nSil5M   
      
   Lyrics by Gazebo 1984   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)