Oh, just to be an ice cube in your glass!
That tacky liquor taste of the privileged upperclass
Is the liquor, or am I truly in your heart?
I hope it's the latter, because I've been give gold to give to you
It's tried and it is true
And when I make a dollar I give half to you
Because I'm such a good kid
We will play the victim; We don't even have to act
It comes far too natural
And you will buy your love
Tonight you'll be drunk in Soho
And you'll cheers to not having to see what that's doing to me
So have a drink on me, or pour your drink on me
Because metaphorically, that's what you always do to me
I am sort of here, but mainly I am not
I'm just a number in a book on a wooden shelf that's begun to rot
It's hapless, but it's real
But you can always give in and make a deal
That's what most people do