Terri/Eric)



Time's a mister crime's a mister

Mister right is sex and shelter

Sam says fists can make him feel like magic

Sam says bitch let Sam devour



The songs they seem so real

See the songs they speak to him

See the songs fists sinking, says he's sorry



Tears just only make the weak seem weaker

Sam says weak ones are the only ones to fight

Sam says sex is black and blue assault

And that salt makes better all the ladies



The songs they calm him down

See the songs they make a dove from a hound

See the songs can make even Sam sound sad



Down, down



Is this it?

Says his voice to the face in the payphone

And the face she seldom speaks, seldom lies

Says the face into the payphone

And the face she seldom speaks, seldom lies

Oh damn you killed our summer

And the weather seldom clears

Sam says baby let's be bygones

But the face she seldom hears, seldom heals

Sam a purty song you're not