"Mobile" lyrics - ANDY BELL

Hey baby!
You're ringing the fuck out of my mobile
And I'm tellin' you baby
I don't like your style!

Do I have to
Spell out why things didn't click with you?
All the reasons why we are through
When you know damn well don't you?

I kept my fingers crossed for far too long
Kind of knew your attitude was all wrong
Wrote all your put-downs in my secret 'book of days'
But ran clean out of paper when I caught you gettin' laid

Hey baby!
You're ringing the fuck out of my mobile
And I'm tellin' you baby
I don't like your style!

Every time that we were about to fuck
You'd wink and sarcastically wish me good luck
A psychotic-sex troll supercharged on speed
Of your complexities, my dear, I'm gonna soon be free

We might have dreamt of love so never ending
There was a time I didn't find that abjectly gut-wrenching
But please believe, I just don't want that or you at all
But that don't make me a bastard or you a whore

Hey Baby!
You're ringing the fuck out of my mobile
And I'm tellin' you baby
I don't like your style!

A text message
Ain't no sex message
When the next message
Is the one you're waiting for

A text message
Ain't no sex message
When the next message
Is the one you're waiting for

Waiting for...