Lyrics He's on the Phone - Princessa

He's on the phone
And she wants to go home
She's in hand
To make a stand
It's time to go

Someday (Someday), someday (Someday)

He's on the phone
Doesn't want to go home
The hotel knife
Forget your wife
You're on your own

A casino girl
Her life's a cash
He loves the trash
Inside his world

Can't find his way there
Stack the cash
Feeling flash
In Leicester Square

She never meant to call
She did anyway
And now she's trying to find
The words to say
Someday (Someday), someday (Someday)
She never meant to call
She did anyway
And now she's trying to find
The words to say
Someday (Someday), someday (Someday)

It's quarter to twelve
And she's nervous as hell
She's nothing to lose
It's hard to choose
It's hard to tell

Skin is to the open wall
Her lipstick kiss
Reminisce
And wait till dawn

She never meant to call
She did anyway
And now she's trying to find
The words to say
Someday (Someday), someday (Someday)
She never meant to call
She did anyway
And now she's trying to find
The words to say
Someday (Someday), someday (Someday)

He's on the phone

She never meant to call
She did anyway
And now she's trying to find
The words to say
Someday (Someday), someday (Someday)
She never meant to call
She did anyway
And now she's trying to find
The words to say
Someday (Someday), someday (Someday)