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...