He's on the phone and she wants to go home
she's in hand to make a sound it's time to go
uuuh, someday, someday
He's on the phone doesn't want to go home
the hotel life forget your wife you're on your own
Arkanseenia girl her life's a gas he loves the trash
inside this world
can't find his way there, stuck the cash
feeling flash in Leicester Square
yes she never meant to call, she did anyway
and now she's trying to find the words to say
someday, someday
it's five to twelve, and she's nervous as hell
you've nothing to loose
it's hard to choose, it's hard to tell
skin is to drop and war
her lipstick kiss reminiss and wait till dawn
yes she never meant to call...