Shivaree - It Got All Black lyrics

It got all black in the bottom of my glass

I looked up and there was Bridgette Fontaine

I've got poison in my head, I've got chocolate and bread

And I may never leave this room again

Now it's dark and you love me, honey, count to ten

I can help you to distinguish your pain

It's so gorgeous to be back in Paris once again

Now I wonder what they put in the rain

This could be true or it could take all of an hour

I could just forget you have a cocktail and a shower

Like my mother taught me

That everybody loves a mystery

So you can leave it at your name and your rank

If we like it later I can get your history

Maybe put a little more in the bank

This could be true or we could just be a while here

Find better things to do

'Cause you might go out of style, dear

And remember only

Ice cream, sunshine, thrill rides, that go wrong

They can leave you doubled over, burned and broken

If they take too long

This could be true or it could take all of an hour

I could stil forget you have a cocktail and a shower

Like my mother said: it's true

That we could just be a while here

Find better things to do

'Cause you might go out of style, dear

Remember that it's black in the bottom of my glass

It's black in the bottom of my glass