The Good Life - Notes In His Pockets Lyrics
Drunk at the bar, at last, last callMy baby is home on her night offSo I'm involved in a serious talkWith a girl I had known growing upSo we buy a six; decide to splitShe has a downtown apartmentShe opens the door, falls to the floorSays, "I'm bitter sick of sweet and pureTake me now, I'm yours"Notes in his pocketsRumors in the millPhone calls after the bars closeUnlisted numbersIf she only knew, then he'd be throughBut who knows which parts are trueShe hates how it looksBut what can she do?The girls all talk behind her backThey say she's being usedAt Sullivan's drinking with JustinHe says he's seen my ex-girlfriendShe's back in town, and what's worseHe knows where and when she worksSo we head over to the UnderwoodShe's trading shots with regularsShe gives me a hugUntil our hips are flushSays, "Boy, we've hardly kept in touchIt's time for catching up"Notes in his pocketsRumors in the millPhone calls after the bars closeUnlisted numbersStill, he insists on his innocenceSays those girls are all gossipsShe's got to drop the axeCatch him in the actWith his shame around his anklesChain the guilt around his neck
