Ooh, you are the killer of the one, I know. You are the killer of the one. Oh, telephone, you know I never get time alone. Out on my bed, you apparitions dial my number. Oh, to condone-I say I’m sorry enough, Lord knows. But is it Son, Holy Ghost, or superstition? Dial my number. Ooh, you are the killer of the one, I know. You are the killer of the one. Now, all harm done, guilt expunged, contest won, I’m a’ break my killer’s run with admission: I am the killer of the one I know. Ooh, you are the killer of the one, I know. You are the killer of the one.