B Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old F piano
Trying B hard to capture the moment this morning IF don`t know
`Cause aAmi bottle of vodka stillB lodged in my head
And some F blond gave me nightmares I think she`s still in my B bed
As I dream about movies they C won`t make of me when I`m F dead
With an B ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss theF morning
While some B marching band keeps it`s own beat in my head while we`reF talking
AboutAmi all of the things that IB long to believe
AboutF love and the truth and what you mean to me
And the B truth is C baby you`re all that F I need
I want to Dmi lay you C in aB bed ofF roses
ForDmi tonight I C sleep on aB bed onF nails
I want toB be just as F close as theB HolzF Ghost is
AndDmi layC youB down on bed ofF roses
Well I`mB so far away that each step that I take is on myF way home
A king`sB ransom in dimes I`d give each night to see through thisF pay phone
Still IAmi run out time or it`sB hard to get through
Till the F bird on the wire flies me back to you
B I`ll just close my eyes and whisperC "baby blind love isF true"
®: ThisB hotel bar hangoverC whiskey`s gone dry
The barF keeper`s wig`s crooked and she`s giving me the eye
IB might have said yeah but I laughed so hardC I thing IF died
Now asB you close your eyes know I`ll be thinkingF about you
While myB mistress she call me to stand in her spotlightF again
Tonight IB won`t be alone but you know that don`t mean I`m notF lonely
I`ve gotB nothing to prove for it`s youC that I`d die toF defend
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