if i didn't know better
bowen, clare
i'd hang my hat right there
i'd follow you up the stairs
stop saying those sweet things
you know i'd like to hear
the horns are blowing louder
the bailiff's drawing near
there's a hole in what you're saying
you've a lover that's waiting
you're right here with me
you might as well be the devil
keeping me out past three
you're the one with that apple
why don't you keep drinking
give me one night with you
you're right here with me