Murray Head - She's Doing Time on the Line lyrics

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