Love Being Faxed By You — текст песни (Gilbert O`sullivan)

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