MORE IN MY BOTTLE

I been happily married now for 25 years
Happily married now for 25 years
Happily married now for 25 years
Out of 55, it’ll drive you to tears
More, tell us just a little bit
More, tell us just a little bit
More, tell us just a little bit
I got more in my bottle than you got in your car

No Miss or Missus is gonna tell me
No preacher man is gonna scold me
Perhaps the doctor, he could tell me:
Did I put my little thing where it shouldn’t be?
More, tell us just a little bit
More in my bottle than you got in your car

It felt like everything was going my way
Sure felt like everything was headed my way
Sure enough, it was coming my way
As I hurtled down a one-way street the wrong way
More, tell us just a little bit
More in my bottle than you got in your car

I’ve learned a few things in my time about love
I’ve learned a few things in my time about love
I’ve learned a few things in my time about love
Horrible, terrible, awful things
More, tell us just a little bit
More in my bottle than you got in your car

Some shit, it’s best to walk through it alone
Some shit, it’s best to walk through it alone
Some shit, it’s best to walk through it alone
Now she says I’m no one’s type, not even my own
More, tell us just a little bit
More in my bottle than you got in your car

What’s in her mind, I cannot find it in mine
What’s in her mind, I cannot find it in mine
What’s in her mind, I cannot find it in mine
So why do I keep returning to the scene of the crime?
More, tell us just a little bit
More in my bottle than you got in your car

No one is watching till you make a mistake (uh-huh)
No one is listening till you make a mistake (That’s right!)
No one comes sniffing till you make a mistake
How I curse the day I met Miss Veronica Lake

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

MORE IN MY BOTTLE