You were my love, and my friend.
I thought the game would never end.
You tore out my heart without anestesia.
Behaviour that's hard to defend.
How could you put me in this position?
I really miss my Intellivision.
And now I'm bleeding from this inscision.
I really want my Intellivision.
I miss your control, and demands.
Nothing to do with my hands.
I won't leave my house, I'm in hibernation.
A lonlieness I understand.
And so I sit here without ambition.
I really need my Intellivision.
I cannot stand it, this indecision.
Somebody, find my Intellivision.
I...want...I want my...Intellivision.
And so I swear by my own volition.
I'm going to find my Intellivision.
I'm on a quest now, I'm on a mission.
I have to have my Intellivision.
I miss the touch of your keypad, the curve of your disc.
Firing your missiles, launching your ships.
Battling robots, flying a plane.
I want my Intellivision, again.
My mother sold mine in a garage sale...pity.