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• Artiste: Amy Correia
• Titre: Gin
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It happened again late last night When the moon was on the rise I was sipping my favorite drink And I was laughing and joking and flirting with this stranger Some guy And sometimes I'm like a stupid little girl Dressed up in my mama's high heeled shoes And I'm playing at these grown up games And I don't even know the rules And I'm lying to myself And I'll be lying next to him Burying my loneliness in this gin And I'll be flying high again Band plays some slow number And the booze is in my head And these unknown hands caress my back I'm gonna wake in an unfamiliar bed When the last song is finished And the band starts to pack it up Bartender calls, ¡°Come on folks let's finish¡± He knows we've had too much And outside in the parking lot We're gonna linger ¡®til the last car drives away And I'm thinking I can love this guy just tonight Keep my devils all at bay chorus In the darkness of this room We can't see each other's eyes And sweet blindness makes love to me Approves of my disguise In the morning not much to say Words hang heavy in the air And I quickly throw on my wrinkled dress Run my fingers through my tangled messed up hair chorus