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Bailey's Creme and Cole Music

I drive up to the ranch house The house is dark inside I walk in and turn the lights on Go straight towards the bar No! I don't want to drown my sorrow Just need to ease the pain I walk away from all the bottles Get a glass and add some ice I reach into the fridge Pull out a bottle of Bailey's Irish Creme ...Your favorite Put on some Nat King Cole music ...Your favorite Sit down at the table to sip the Irish creme I rub the glass between my hands As if I rub it long enough A genie will appear I would only ask for one wish... That you return my dear Funny how a fairly tough man Can break an arm and hardly whimper An accidental deep cut and not a tear But the woman you love leaves you You hang your head and almost cry I called you on your cell phone Left a message on your voicemail Said sorry and I want you home That was early in the morning You didn't return my call I left the untouched glass on the table Went to get some sleep Heard a noise a little later Went to see what could be wrong There you sat at the kitchen table Another Bailey's in your hand With a smile you handed me my glass And asked "you want to dance"?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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