(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