You wouldn’t recognize the song, but you should. It’s been too many years. You burst through the doors of my little gin joint. Ran up a tab and crept out the back in the middle of the night. What did you think, I wouldn’t notice when I went to balance the books? Well you left your purse behind in your haste, but don’t worry. I put it in the safe, it’ll be patiently waiting for you. And your tab, I keep it open. I hope you don’t mind, I put a bottle or two on it whenever the song comes on.
watching a movie at ten something fridaynite