It Got All Black

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Shivaree - Pop

It Got All Black

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It got all black in the bottom of my glass I looked up and there was Bridgette Fontaine I've got poison in my head, I've got chocolate and bread And I may never leave this room again Now its dark and you love me, honey, count to ten I can help you to distinguish your pain It's so gorgeous to be back in Paris once again Now I wonder what they put in the rain This could be true Or it could take all of an hour I could just forget you Have a cocktail and a shower Like my mother taught me That everybody loves a mystery So you can leave it at your name and your rank If we like it maybe I can get your history Maybe put a little more in the bank This could be true Or we could just be a while here Find better things to do Think you might go out of style dear Ice cream, sunshine, thrill rides, and a song They can leave you doubled over, burned and broken If they take too long This could be true Or we could be all of an hour I could still forget you Have a cocktail and a shower Like my mother said It's true

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Writers
  • Ambrosia Parsley
  • Danny McGough
  • Duke McVinnie
  • Chris Maxwell
  • Phil Hernandez