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      How can we be so scared, so little words   I know better, I think I know better   And it's not so complicated, 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?   That don't rub with me, I know better