| In the back room of the bar, crusty fingernails I saw him
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| Everything was hidden by all the greasy hair he was in
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| Never looking up, he seemed so sad I tried to offer him
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| My shot of whiskey, but he said, «I only drink gin.»
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| We sat there quietly, purposely ignoring the room
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| He smiled wistfully, his shirt was dirty and torn
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| Everlasting glances left open-ended chances
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| But he stole my heart when he ordered a double for me
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| In the back room of the bar
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| In the back room of the bar
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| We made a great couple, me and him
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| 'Cause I drink whiskey, but he only ever drinks gin
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| Well, that’s the way it is with him
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| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Yeaw!
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| Went to the ladies' room, when I returned to my chair
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| His hands were in my bag, red-handed guilt everywhere
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| Took out a photo of an old Romeo
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| Threw it over his shoulder and rested his hand on my knee
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| We played these games where we go through the whole alphabet
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| He’d have an Adam and Eve and I had a Dixie Julep
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| Went through an Artillery, Caruso, and a Diamond Fizz
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| Fallen Angel, Green Dragon, ending with a kiss in the dark
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| In the back room of the bar
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| In the back room of the bar
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| We made a great couple, me and him
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| 'Cause I drink whiskey, but he only ever drinks gin
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| Last call came right at 1, glasses were empty and dry
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| We got our second wind, but all we had was a dime
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| Didn’t even seem to care, the bartender unaware
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| We jumped over the counter, took off with our hands full of booze
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| In the back room of the bar
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| In the back room of the bar
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| We made a great couple, me and him
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| 'Cause I drink whiskey, but he only ever drinks…
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| In the back room of the bar
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| In the back room of the bar
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| We made a great couple, me and him
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| 'Cause I drink whiskey, but he only ever drinks gin
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| He only drinks gin |