Monday, February 15, 1971


Written by: regina spektor

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Lyrics (fan transcription):

come on, bartender
won't you be more tender?
give me two shots of whiskey
and a beer chaser
love will be the death of me
love is so fickle
it starts with a flood
and it ends with a trickle

come on, bartender
just a little more tender
I ate all your peanuts
return me to sender
I've been too candid
now I'm barely standing
just call me a taxi
and prepare me for landing

ooh, you have got to kick me back out into the
cold and nasty weather
and maybe if I sober up I will stop pretending that
love is forever...

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