Telephone Lady Lyrics - Crack The Sky

Cold night down on Mean street 

Wet shoes in the telephone stall 

I'm trying to explain it 

But I don't have the change to make the call 

She thinks I'm running 'round with that waitress 

The one who still wears those platform shoes 

And she's gonna get even so you can see there's really 

no more time to lose, and that's why I'm telling you 

Telephone lady won't you get my baby, won't you 

get my baby on the line. Telephone lady don't 

let my baby, don't you let my baby have the last 

laugh 

She says she's gonna make me sorry 

Gonna jump on every joker that she sees 

You gotta put me through before she 

Makes a fool out of me