It's Alright

Sunday morning major ache and I wonder where I am
A different smell and a face beside me
«Who's that woman, does she have a name?»
My mind is working harder and I just begin to sweat
I hear noise, close my eyes pretend to sleep but
My heatbeat wakes her, she says:
«Good morning mister wisdom
And thank you for last night
I’ve learned a lot but most of all I’ve got you»
I don’t believe it, I don’t know what I have done
Too much wine and I was gone
Tell her it’s alright now
Sunday evening still around, she asks me if I care
I say: «I love you my sweetheart but I’ve got to go
Can i have your number? I call you tomorrow»
She hesitates then looks right trough me
she knows that I am scared
She says: «Mister wisdom give me yours instead
I call you tonight, is everything alright?»
Standing by the door with a shotgun in my back
One of those night that blows my head away
Hmmm don’t believe it
Doesn’t know what she’s done
Too much wine and she was gone
She thinks
Tell her it’s alright now
It’s alright
It’s alright
I tell you it’s alright now