He's on the Phone

He's on the phone, And she wants to go home; Shoes in hand, Don't make a sound, It's time to go. (Ooh-ooh) Someday (someday), someday. He's on the phone, doesn't want to go home. The hotel life Forget your wife, You're on your own. Academia girl; Her life's a gas, She loves the trash Inside his world. Can't find his way there, Got the cash, Feeling flash In Leicester Square. Yes. She never meant to call, She did anyway, And now he's trying to find The words to say Someday (someday), someday (someday.) Yes. She never meant to call, She did anyway, And now he's trying to find The words to say Someday (someday), someday. It's five to twelve And she's nervous as hell, With nothing to lose, It's hard to choose It's hard to tell. (The remix has this additional couplet: And her's is lilac and gold; / The things she has, She's feeling sad, She's feeling old.) Skin is dewdrop and warm; The lipstick kiss, Reminisce, Awake 'til dawn. Yes. She never meant to call, She did anyway, And now he's trying to find The words to say Someday (someday), someday (someday.) Yes. She never meant to call, She did anyway, And now he's trying to find The words to say Someday (someday), someday (someday.) Et c'est alors que supposement blesse par le commun des mortels, Je resurrecte encore et encore. Je resurrecte Encore Et encore. He's on the phone And she wants to go home, Shoes in hand, Don't make a sound, It's time to go Yes. She never meant to call, She did anyway, And now he's trying to find The words to say Someday (someday), someday (someday.) Yes. She never meant to call, She did anyway, And now he's trying to find The words to say Someday (someday), someday (someday), someday.