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"?
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