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• Artiste: Good Life (The)
• Titre: Notes In His Pockets
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Drunk at the bar, at last, last call My baby is 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 Until 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 got to drop the axe Catch him in the act With his shame around his ankles Chain the guilt around his neck (Thanks to Sarah for these lyrics)