Drunk at the bar at last, last call
My baby s home on her night off,
So I m involved in a serious talk,
With a girl I had known growing up.
So we buy a six; decide to split,
She has a downtown apartment.
She opens the door,
Falls to the floor, says,
I m bitter sick of sweet and pure, Take me now I m yours.

Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill
Phone calls after the bars close Unlisted numbers.
If she only knew, then he d be through,
But who knows which parts are true.
She hates how it looks,
But what can she do?
The girls all talk behind her back,
They say she s being used.

At Sullivan s drinking with Justin,
He says he s seen my ex-girlfriend.
She s back in town and what s worse He knows where and when she works.
So we head over to the Underwood, She s trading shots with regulars:
She gives me a hug
Til our hips are flush, says,
Boy, we ve hardly kept in touch
It s time for catching up.

Notes in his pockets,
Rumors in the mill.
Phone calls after the bars close
Unlisted numbers.
Still, he insists on his innocence;
Says those girls are all gossips.
She s gotta drop the axe,
Catch him in the act,
With his shame around his ankles, Chain the guilt around his neck.