She calls me on the weekendWhen she got nothin' to doOr heavy on the alcoholI can smell it through the phoneSay that I don't love youIt so extends my noseWhy'd you take my heart?What the hell do you need another for?YesGuess you've always been heartless to meBut Pinocchio can't get off the islandStuck silentI want nothing but youAnd it may be games to youBut nothing really makes senseSo why would this need to? To, to...Nothin' but you, nothin' but youOoh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh