Don't go telling me it's gone wrong,
Don't go telling me on the phone
'cause the only voice i hear is my own
So don't go telling me it's gone wrong
That don't rub with me
I know better
Don't go telling me it's gone wrong
And for christ's sake
Oh, for christ's sake not on the phone
'cause the only voice you'll hear is your own
So don't go telling me on the phone
That don't rub with me
I know better
And it's not so complicated
It's not so complicated, is it?
There's a wire of tension
Between you and me
Why can't we disagree to agree?