Bottle
My candle is six feet one the flame is kinda bright and strong
Women like stepping stones I never go to sleep alone
and when the sleep is gone I put my cheap sunglasses on and
take a look in the bottle take a look in the bottle
but sometimes something arises up from the wine
Take this genie away from me
Take this genie away from me
I run, I stumble and I fall
I lock the bathroom door champagne in wet stains on the floor
remains of Bartons old I need a little zip and then a bigger one but take a look in the bottle take a look in the bottle
Take this genie away from me
Take this genie away from me
I'm burning, but I never asked to see the light
I'm burning, and my bourbon wants to come to life
More coke and another brand
But then someone arises up from Jack Daniels
and the look on his eyes is steady and calm
I start making wishes: gallons of Black Princes
and Old Rip van Winkles' I'm on Heaven hill
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