Call me in the morning,' is what they usually say But she don't wanna hear your voice Don't wanna know your name She ain't gonna lie, she don't want you stay And unlike other girls, she'll do it all for free Walking backwards, with a bitter taste Feeling forward, feeling out of place Like a child's map, turned into a maze This ain't wonderland, that she's gotta face Care in the world like a pocket full of grease Hand now black like her heart that you can't see She'll look your way, look you in the eye Change in the air and now your hands are tied 'Call me in the morning,' is what they usuall