It got all black in the bottom of my glass I looked up and there was Bridgette Fontaine I've got poison in my head, I've got chocolate and bread And I may never leave this room again Now it's dark and you love me, honey, count to ten I can help you to distinguish your pain It's so gorgeous to be back in Paris once again Now I wonder what they put in the rain This could be true or it could take all of an hour I could just forget you have a cocktail and a shower Like my mother taught me That everybody loves a mystery So you can leave it at your name and your rank If we like it maybe I can get your history Maybe put a little more in the bank This could be true or we could just be a while here Find better things to do 'Cause you might go out of style dear And remember only Ice cream, sunshine, thrill rides, and a song They can leave you doubled over, burned and broken If they take too long This could be true or we could be all of an hour I could still forget you have a cocktail and a shower Like my mother said, it's true That we could just be a while here Find better things to do 'Cause you might go out of style dear Remember that it's black in the bottom of my glass It's black in the bottom of my glass © CHRYSALIS MUSIC; PILOTGIRL SONGS; ELEGANT TOO MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com