Lyrics:

And as the ghost of you is still around
And I can't recall a single sound
Censorship on your lips
On your lips and stop debating
What my fate really is
Ooh and it's got nothing to do with me
Nobody to fetch and no one to see
Nobody out there and no one for me
At all, at all, at all
A hypocritical moralist, let me twist and break you wrist
Chat line phone I use it
'Cause everyone's stopped listening to me
And it's no substitute for one who's sensitive
So sensitive
But not enough to pay that girl her fee
Don't pay for me
Don't come to me
The glee of your plea
Let it be
Just for me