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I can barely feel the with all these crumbs down in my bed
How can I get to sleep all this buzzin' in my head
And who'd ever thought I'd not complain about a mess
me right I guess
This is I get
For eatin' with my gin
And drinkin' in my dress

The is by the bottle, which is always by my bed
From to time I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not dead
I will wait here for call till I run out of cigarettes
I love to play the part of the damsel in
Flickin' in my coffee
in my sunday dress

Well I've on the road to this and I've been on the way to this
But who'd it'd come to this
Don't let on you've me like this

My old transistor's sounding just as twangy as a
My radiator growls like elvis after sunday
drained my last tequila and I've thrown away the blender
I've out all the wine
From how on nothin' but the
Cognac and pasty cline while drinkin' in my dress

Well I've been on the road to this and been on the way to this
I ain't a hypocrite
I've had my fun and now I must

Our is a kingly soul
'em on a dime
His is not inked in gold
He's not the kind
One sunday meetin'
I was in the line
He said I've seen you the altar
Gulpin' down communion
Just remember beside you
it's no business of mine