Raquel.
I’m not well.
Raquel.

if I was a bell,
I wish that you’d ring it.
And if I had something to tell
I could not unless I could sing it.

Raquel.
I’m not well.

And if I was a ball,
I wish that you’d bounce it.
if I give you a telephone call,
Oh baby, please don’t announce it.
Don’t announce it.

Raquel.
I’m not well.
Raquel.

What is this feeling
that I’m not trying to squelch?
I don’t know your last name,
I just know it’s not Welch.

Raquel.
Let’s cast a spell.

And if you was a ghost,
I wish that you’d haunt me.
But what I’d really like the most
is baby, maybe that you want me.

What is this feeling
that I’m not trying to hide?
I feel no shame
but I feel no pride.

Raquel.
It’s a collect call from hell.

And if you had a brain,
I think that you’d diss me.
But if you was really insane,
Oh baby, baby won’t you kiss me?
won’t you kiss me?

Raquel.
I am not well.
Raquel.

Raquel.
I am unwell.
Raquel.