Brown Bottles Lyrics

You would die just to be poetry (oh so woe is me),

Say C'est la vie to pleasantries they are the best laid
plans for tragedies.

You're the queen of a dead scene.

You're the queen of the back seat…

You got you face on TV and the cover of the magazines..

So smile baby, I've got the headache that you gave me &
I'm bound and determined to make a woman out of you.

Smile honey, kiss the child for me honey.

One night…one chance …what was I supposed to do..

I'LL BE HOME SOON WITH MORE THAN TIME ON MY HANDS I WAS READY TO GO BUT YOU WANTED TO DANCE

(you wanted to dance)
A brown bottle serenade to send you quietly to your
grave (hey I hope you sleep well).

So I'll say what you would say, all is well for what
sells.

You're the queen of the bar scene…

You're the queen of the back seat….

You've got you're face on TV and the cover of the
magazines…

I'LL BE HOME SOON WITH MORE THAN TIME ON MY HANDS.

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