In the backroom of the bar, crusty fingernails I saw him
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Everything was hidden by all the greasy hair he was in
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Never looking up, he seemed so sad I tried to offer him
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My shot of whiskey but he said I only drink gin
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We sat there quietly purposely ignoring the room
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He smiled wistfully, his shirt was dirty and torn
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Everlasting glances left open ended chances
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But he stole my heart when he ordered a double for me
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In the back room of the bar
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In the back room of the bar
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We made a great couple me and him
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Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin
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Well that's the way it is with him
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Went to the ladies room, when I returned to my chair
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His hands were in my bag, red handed guilt everywhere
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Took out a photo of an old Romeo
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Threw it over his shoulder and rested his hand on my knee
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We played these games where we go through the whole alphabet
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He'd have an Adam and Eve and I had a Dixie Julep
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Went through an Artillery, Caruso, and a Diamond Fizz
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Fallen Angel, Green Dragon, ending with a kiss in the dark
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In the back room of the bar
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In the back room of the bar
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We made a great couple me and him
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Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin
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Last call came right at once, glasses were empty and dry
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We got our second wind but all we had was a dime
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Didn't even seem to care, the bartender unaware
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We jumped overthe counter, took off with our hands full of booze
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In the back room of the bar
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In the back room of the bar
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We made a great couple me and him
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Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin (x2)
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Whiskey & Gin
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| Dance Hall Crashers |
