Notes in His Pockets

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The Good Life - Rock

Notes in His Pockets

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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 split She has a downtown apartment She opens the door Falls to the floor Says "I'm feeling sick of sweet and pure Take me now, I'm yours" Oh Notes in his pockets Rumors in the mill Phone calls after the bars close Unlisted numbers If she only knew that 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 Oh 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 when and where she works So we head over to the Underwood She's trading shots with regulars She gives me a hug 'till our hips are flushed Says "boy we hardly kept in touch It's time for catching up" Oh 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 cousins She's gotta drop the ax Catch him in the act With the shame around his ankles chained The guilt around his neck Oh

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Credits

Writers
  • Tim Kasher