So did I know you then
And is that me your referring to
Or is that just a game of pretend
With coincidences running through

Your the mystery of the stir
For the vermouth and whisky fine
With a little shot of sweet thrown in
That spins me every time

Your that touch of extra cherry
That thrills me through it all
But then if I drink to much
My head hurts from the fall

Your that little sip that wouldn't hurt me
But then drags me through addiction to it all
But then I'm left with an empty glass
And my head hurts from the wall