Drunk at the bar,
At the last last call,
My babies home on her night off.
So I’m involved
In a serious talk
With the girl I have known growing up
So we buy a six
We decide to split
She has a downtown apartment
She opens the door
Falls to the floor
Says I’m bitter sick, how sweet of you
Take me now I’m yours

Ohhh
Notes
in his pockets
Rumors in the mill.
Phone calls,
Until the bars close.
Unlisted numbers.
If she only knew,
That he’d be through
But who knows which cards are true

She hates how it looks, what can she do

The girls all talk behind her back,
They say she’s being used

Ohhh oh ohhhh ohh

(unfinished...)