Ten-Minute Phone Card | 90s Freestyle Ballad (Original Slow Jam with Lyrics)

Ten-Minute Phone Card Rain on the booth glass, a stack of quarters, your midnight and my breakfast. Just one more minute, please. An original 90s freestyle ballad about long-distance love on a prepaid phone card. Original song. AI-generated music and visuals. LYRICS Oooh, yeah (You hear me, baby?) Sunday payphone by the bus depot Rain on the booth glass, countin' quarters Ten-minute card with your name on it Your midnight, my breakfast time I talk fast 'cause the minutes fly The operator cuts in to warn us And we both say, "Just one more minute, please" Ten minutes, girl, I spend them all on you (all on you) Every beep says time, but my heart says soon (says soon) Countin' down the calendar in blue ink (day by day) Till the phone booth turns into your front porch swing Postcard from you on my bunk-bed wall "Wish you were here" in your careful hand I keep your photo in my locker door Smilin' like you know the end of this Like the distance never stood a chance Like you already heard me turn the key The operator cuts in to warn us And we both say, "Just one more minute, please" Ten minutes, girl, I spend them all on you (all on you) Every beep says time, but my heart says soon (says soon) Countin' down the calendar in blue ink (day by day) Till the phone booth turns into your front porch swing Forty days, then a Greyhound home (comin' home) I'll trade this card for your front-door key No more static, no more "please deposit" Just your voice right next to me Ten minutes, girl, I spend them all on you (every one, baby) Every beep says time, but my heart says soon (real soon now) Countin' down the calendar in blue ink (crossin' 'em off) Till the phone booth turns into your front porch swing (front porch swing) Oooh-oooh (hold the line) Ten-minute card (time ran out) But we never did Captions are on, so sing along. #slowjams #90srnb #quietstorm #rnb #lovesongs #nostalgicslowjams