Notes In His Pockets - The Good Life

Notes In His Pockets - The Good Life
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 growing up
So we buy a six
We decide to splits
She has a downtown apartments
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
Then 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 being used
At Sullivan's
Drinking with Justina
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 trading shots with regulars
She gives me a hug
Until our hips are flush
Says boy we've hardly kept in touch
It's time for catching 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 got to drop the axe
Catch him in the act
With his shame around his ankles
Chain the guilt around his neck
Oh oh ooeh