You're All Scotch, No Soda

You should be grateful
I’ve never looked no better
You made a clean break, I’m all washed up
What are the chances?
My love for my tormentor
You took the elevator all the way up
Well you’re all scotch, no soda
Your fingertips could torture
Drag my body back to New Orleans
And dream a little dream of me
Well you’re all scotch, no soda
I think I know who loves ya
Drag my body across the dirty ground
I like a city that can sleep around
Pass the cheap Merlot
Here’s to who you know
You look so sad, boy
You smell like gin and failure
You sing a sad song
I knew a sad man
Told me to keep my chin up
Told me to smile more
So I took his teeth
Well you’re all scotch, no soda
Your fingertips could torture
Drag my body back to New Orleans
And dream a little dream of me
Well you’re all scotch, no soda
I think I know who loves ya
Drag my body on the dirty ground
I like a city that can sleep around
Well you’re all scotch, no soda
Your fingertips could torture
Drag my body back to New Orleans
And dream a little dream of me
Pass the cheap Merlot
Here’s to who you know
Underhanded
Slightly damaged
Hey, young lonely
You took advantage
Well you’re all scotch, no soda
Your fingertips could torture
Send my body back to New Orleans
And dream a little dream of me
Well you’re all scotch, no soda
Your fingertips could torture
Drag my body on the dirty ground
I like a city that can sleep
Well you’re all scotch, no soda
Your fingertips could torture
Drag my body back to New Orleans
And dream a little dream of me
Pass the cheap Merlot
Here’s to who you know