Notes In His Pockets

Artists : Good Life, The : Notes In His Pockets

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, growin' 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 bitter sick of sweet and pure
Take me now I'm yours

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 bein' used

At Sullivans,
Drinkin' with Justin
He says he's seen my ex-girlfriend
She's back in town
And what's worse,
He knows where and when she works
So we head over, to the Underwood
She's tradin' shots with regulars

She gives me a hug
'Til our hips are flush
Says 'Boy we've hardly kept in touch,
It's time for catchin' up'

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 gossips
She's gotta drop the axe
Catch him in the act
With his shame around his ankles,
Chain the guilt around his neck