Madame Joyce's Interlude Lyrics

We were in this nebulous space
And I got his phone and went through the contacts
Every girl who I was, like, hmm, suspect of
I opened up their contact information
And I switched their number by one digit

So he could never contact them again?
Yup
Good! Good!
Good
I wouldn't say it's even petty
I would say that was art
That was strategy