Love Being Faxed By You

Oh what a feeling when you`re up all night Get home to see that in the morning light Whether it`s cold out there`s no doubt Love being taxed by you Looks like a piece of junk till it gets turned on So good at getting to anywhere you want Even if one time it`s one line Love being faxed by you I despise the telephone when it goes and I am home I just say I`m out Anyone whose mobile rings on a train that I am in I just scream and shout Let there be no doubt Give their ears a clout Night time`s the right time in the U.S.A. There only starting up as you end your day Whether it`s New York an old Cork Love being faxed by you I despise the telephone when it goes and I am home I pretend I`m out Anyone whose mobile rings on a train I`m sitting in I just scream and shout Let there be no doubt Give their ears a clout Oh for the fun of it when you`re on your own Oh for the joy it gives as you head for home Maybe I`m crazy but lately Love being taxed by you After a hard day I must say Love being faxed by you And I don`t know what I`d do now without it And I don`t know how without I`d live Would that I did And I don`t care if it runs out of paper I don`t mind if at time it`s a mess It`s still the best