Notes In His Pockets Lyrics - The Good Life

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Drunk at the bar at last, last call
my baby`s 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; decide to split
she has a downtown apartment.
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 Justin,
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 hugs `til 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 gotta drop the axe -catch him in the act -
with his shame around his ankles,
chain the guilt around his neck.

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