May

[onetallmofo]

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 hugs �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.