Do you need the service?
Do you need to call me daily?
Do you have reasons for calling at all?

Is something on your mind?
Is something wrong? I get the feeling
That youre laughing at my quiet surprise

My silhouette is changing
As Im aging by your window
And I focus on a light by your face

Call me `the operator
Making comments hes so technical
Or Ive absolutely nothing to do

Recycle all my photographs
Ill leave a picture of the queen
And no one has to know I was there

Me, Im so ashamed
Youre all connected to my number
And the conversations only polite

Ill wear my old grey raincoat
Just in case youre `confidential
Make up stories like the screen fades away

Today its in a taxi
By the station, and its raining
And I wonder how they all made it before