My whiskey liquor smile
Shone on you for hours
You gave me all my thoughts would allow
Blanketing me with your scent of flowers
You pretend to talk to me
You even say you'll call me
When my pockets are all empty
You have other people to see
"Let's have coffee" she says...
"I like to talk with you
We can start again when I return"
Now I know I'm playing the fool
That feeling is burning my soul
I have to look them in their eyes
Hoping they can't see this gaping hole
Left behind from her burning show
You took my money
And blew me a kiss
Isn't it funny how
You make yourself rich
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