Lyric 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