FILL YR CUP


i remember you beggin’ me every saturday night.

to watch a little tv and turn down the lights.


well i guess i’m a let-down to the best woman that i’ve loved.

i never made the time

to put a little wine in yr iron cup.

i made all the promises,

said, “i would never break us up.”

invested in psychoanalysis,

but even that could not wake me up.

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baby, i’ve switched my phone off of aero-plane mode.

and i’ve found myself a closer postal code.

i’m here and i brought something new, something blue, and something old.


well i guess i’m a let-down to the best woman that i’ve loved.

i never made the time

to put a little wine in yr iron cup.

i made all the promises,

said, “i would never break us up.”

invested in psychoanalysis,

but even that could not wake me up.