Winked at me and drained her glass
Cross-legged on a barstool like nobody sits anymore
She said "Andy you're taking me home,"
but I knew she planned to sleep alone.
I'd carry her to bed, sweep up the hair from her floor
If I'd fucked her before she got sick I'd never hear the end of it
She don't have the spirit for that now
We just drink our drinks and laugh out loud,
and bitch about the weekend crowd,
and try to ignore the elephant somehow