A Pleasant Conversation Over Drinks - Chamberlin

Three olives in your drink

A bourbon in my hand

Our tables turned a courtroom;

witness, stand.

Did you wear that dress for him?

Or was it more on a whim,

Were you smiling once you slipped it on again?

Two olives in your drink,

two pours for my plight,

the only constant in my life’s in this last night

some day I might find you don’t own clothes I recognize

One day you might just recognize my eyes

Ooh, the dress pulled down your chest

Your hair all messed when I walked in.

Did you gaze in his eyes, as he moved up your thighs?

One toothpick stirs your drink,

a bottle holds my hand.

One flicker of your finger, and I stand.

You stroll towards our man as if nothin' had been said,

as if chapters still were waiting to be, read.

As if leeches ever fixed the one they, bled.

As you pull down your dress my head’s a mess and was stumblin'

Took the tears in my eyes, as I move up your thighs.

Told me you went out, you went out, you went out on me!

Told me you went out, you went out on me!

Why’d you shout, shout, shout on me!

Why’d you shout, shout on me!

Told me you were out, you were out, you were out on me!

Told me you were out, you were out on me!