Round and round the dial turnsnYour finger itches but your vanity hurtsnSo you cross your friends off one by onenEither they're busy or they are no funnnWell, you can call me whenever you wantnYou can call me if your mouth needs to runnn[Chorus]nYour number's up it's by requestnDo you have something to confess?nI'm out of touch you're out of breathnDo you have something to confess?nnSo round and round the dial turnsnYour finger itches but your vanity hurtsnAnd you know that all your friends will scream in horrornWhen they find you hanged by a phone chordnnWell, you can call me whenever you wantnYou can call me if your mouth needs to runnn[Chorus]nnYou're out of touch I'm out of breathnHave you got something to confess?