To the man who talks and listens to me br Whenever I'm alone br Who really seems to know me br Even just over the phone br br Whenever I hear his voice br My coochie starts to throb br And then I get all hot inside br So my hand moves down to do its job br br He describes exactly what he wants br And he likes it when I do the same br I have told some memories of myself br And listened as he came br br I do not really know how he looks br And I'm not even sure I care br I know how much he turns me on br And of this I've made him aware br br I really think this is what I need br Someone to make me feel good br If we ever met everything would change br So I wouldn't do it even if I could.