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Whole Grain.

It must be something that you do.
Cause baby I am gripping the telephone
I am holding my plastic you as tight as I can.
I won't let go
I hold this telephone feeling like a kid.
It's like a microphone, try whispering secrets into it,
And I am tied to this phonecard, cause you're on the other end.
This is my millionth phone card so if I kiss you just pretend that you tasted me.
I'm in your mailbox.
I got a little lonely at home
So open your mailbox.

4:27 p.m. - 2013-01-28

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