Payphone Lyrics - Singles - Tribe

(Terri/Eric) 

Time's a mister crime's a mister 

Mister right is sex and shelter 

Sam says fists can make him feel like magic 

Sam says bitch let Sam devour 

The songs they seem so real 

See the songs they speak to him 

See the songs fists sinking, says he's sorry 

Tears just only make the weak seem weaker 

Sam says weak ones are the only ones to fight 

Sam says sex is black and blue assault 

And that salt makes better all the ladies 

The songs they calm him down 

See the songs they make a dove from a hound 

See the songs can make even Sam sound sad 

Down, down 

Is this it? 

Says his voice to the face in the payphone 

And the face she seldom speaks, seldom lies 

Says the face into the payphone 

And the face she seldom speaks, seldom lies 

Oh damn you killed our summer 

And the weather seldom clears 

Sam says baby let's be bygones 

But the face she seldom hears, seldom heals 

Sam a purty song you're not