Payphone by Tribe
Payphone lyrics
(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
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