Christmas Day and I'm lonely
Have no friends and I'm homely
As close as my phone
don't have to be alone
Talking on a 1-900 line

When they answer, they'll ask me what I'm wearing
I'll tell them it's mostly leather and it's brown
They'll ask me if I'm married
I'll say no, ma'am
So you could give me a call if you're in town

The charges go on my Visa.
All that time talking to Lisa
My money's all gone
It feels somehow wrong
Talking on a 1-900 line