Notes In His Pockets

Notes In His Pockets - The Good Life

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

We decide to splits

She has a downtown apartments

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 Justina

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

Oh oh ooeh