You sit up at the bar,
drink in hand.
It tasted pretty good,
but its going to your head.
That person in the corner walks on over,
and begins to whisper sweet words in your ear.
They get you to come with them,
with your fuzzy head.
You wake up in the morning,
with your head pounding.
Who is that in the bed.
The truth is your champagne bubble romance just popped.