C. Hutchins, M. Hutchins

 

Holding court on her throne

Queen in a corner all alone

Messages sent to be shown

I want your hot little phone

 

I want your hot little phone

Gonna give it a tone

and make it all my own

 

Sadly you leave me flat

Still you think you’re all that

Just stay out of my zone

I want your hot little phone

 

Do you think its about you?

How do I explain?

Its not your flame… that I burn for…

 

You give me look of disdain

Believe me I feel no pain

Leavin’ me cold as stone

Just feel your hot little phone