There's phone line that travels through my mind and doesn't terminate in a handset.
A party-line it is.  Tap in an you're psychic.  Tap out and you can't be more isolated.
There were a lot of chicks on the party-line last night and their voices were all or semi-nude.
Howling chicks, screaming hot chicks - yet none with my number.  'Cause it's a party line.  And I'm just an aural voyeur.