Souvenir Lyrics

I got a hole in my jacket
It's burned thru by a cigarette
Some times when I've nothing to do
I put my finger thru it and find myself thinking of you
girl
Whoa-whoa whoa-whoa

I'm at a party and you wanted out
You look distracted, playing with your hair
I confess I'm some kind of mess
I spilled a drink down the front of your dress, and

You mentioned something about it being your turn
That's when I smelled my jacket start to burn
I called you a bitch
You called me a bastard
You left early while I got plastered
I woke up on the kitchen floor
Smoked some mouthwash and headed out the door
I had a headache from the sauce and the beer
That's when I noticed my souvenir

It was a hole in my jacket
Burned through by your cigarette I road the MUNI home with nothing to do
I put my finger through it and I found myself thinking
of you, girl
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
It's you girl, you girl
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
It's you girl, here we go

Well all my friends think I'm off about nothing
They drop that skirt and that cigarette butt
Well I guess I'll try, all the same
I can't forget your face, I can't remember your name,
but

I got a hole in my jacket
It burned through by your cigarette
I think the hole is the only clue
I put my finger through it and found myself thinking of
you girl
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
It's you girl, you girl
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
It's you girl, you girl
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
It's you girl, let's go

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