The phone is where her heart is
She's everybody's mystery
She pa**es on sweet rumours
Like love was ancient history.
Does her business with her mouth
Keeps her pleasure in her head
She likes listening - at a distance
And seldom thinks of bed.
She's doin' time on the line
She's doin' time on my line again.
She was on her way to somewhere else
She thought of pa**ing through
She called in on the offchance
A friend of someone else I knew.
She looked around the room
And asked to use the phone
Did I want her to pay for the call
And did I live here on my own.
She's doin' time on my line
She's doin' time on the line again.
Handbag like a briefcase
Her make-up - scraps of paper
She rummages for numbers
One for now and some for later.
Like a dedicated dust-witch
She likes the colour black
And poses while she turns the dial
And coils for the attack.
She often got no answer
And sometimes she got through
Each time she said the same old things
Like they were something really new.
When she'd finished she got up
Said she couldn't stay - had to fly
She looked like she had just made love
When she thanked me - said goodbye
She's doin' time on the line
She's doin' time on the line again.
She's doin' time on the line
She's doin' time on the line