An empty glass
That last cigarette
It's closing time
And I'm drunk again
But
Sitting up here in this New York townhouse
Decorated in grays
Every day... I tell myself, it's temporary
That it's only 'cause
Steppin' out steppin' high, step on back check my stride
I'm
Ah, my daddy wore a Stetson and a hundred dollar
I never intended to even know your name
Except for the
What do we call it now?
It isn't marriage anymore
Call it
I've seen men look at before
And they think, I don't
Today, I heard the awful news
Someone told the gospel truth
Said,
You'd never know by looking
We were ever more than strangers
But,
I can almost see me now
In Acapulco
I can almost feel
The band just stopped playing
They're sweeping the floor
The bartender's asking
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