Notes In His Pockets

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Drunk at the bar at last, last call
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my baby’s home on her night off,
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So I’m involved in a serious talk
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with a girl I had known growing up.
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So we buy a six; decide to split –
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she has a downtown apartment.
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She opens the door, falls to the floor,
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says, “I’m bitter sick of sweet and pure, take me now I’m yours.”

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Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill,
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phone calls after the bars close – unlisted numbers.
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If she only knew, then he’d be through
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but who knows which parts are true.
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She hates how it looks, but what can she do?
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The girls all talk behind her back, they say she’s being used.

        Dm
At Sullivan’s drinking with Justin,
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he says he’s seen my ex-girlfriend.
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She’s back in town – and what’s worse
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he knows where and when she works.
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So we head over to the Underwood,
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she’s trading shots with regulars:
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She gives me a hug ‘til our hips are flush
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says, “Boy, we’ve hardly kept in touch – it’s time for catching up.”

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Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill.
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Phone calls after the bars close – unlisted numbers.
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Still, he insists on his innocence;
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says those girls are all gossips.
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She’s gotta drop the axe –catch him in the act
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with his shame around his ankles, chain the guilt around his neck.