Two Martinis From Now Songtext
von Dr. Frank
Two Martinis From Now Songtext
It′s been awhile, and looking back
I keep losing track of how long it's been
and who left who again, and since when
the little hand is on the one
and I have just begun to suck on a lime
and start learning to tell time
I started feeling low a beer ago
and in about a gin and tonic or two
I′ll be a blue hawaiin away from crying for you
Two martinis from now it won't matter much anyhow
I started to overflow two martinis ago
I couldn't last one gimlet more
but I′ve still got time for a sob and a sigh
and one more whisky and rye just went by
the little hand is on the two
I wonder what I′ll do if it gets to three
how many teardrops will that be?
I bow my head and pray to be ok
and in a half a manhattan or so
I'll have two our fathers and one bloody mary to go
Two martinis hence it might start to make some sense
I unsealed my fate one fifth of bourbon too late
the little hand is on the three
how many teardrops will it be
till I collapse and your memory′s under wraps?
there's so much getting through to catch up to
I′m still four white russians behind
I feel a Jim Beam shining on me
I might be losing my mind
In a teardrop or two it'll be time to get over you
and I′ll figure out just how two martinis from now
I keep losing track of how long it's been
and who left who again, and since when
the little hand is on the one
and I have just begun to suck on a lime
and start learning to tell time
I started feeling low a beer ago
and in about a gin and tonic or two
I′ll be a blue hawaiin away from crying for you
Two martinis from now it won't matter much anyhow
I started to overflow two martinis ago
I couldn't last one gimlet more
but I′ve still got time for a sob and a sigh
and one more whisky and rye just went by
the little hand is on the two
I wonder what I′ll do if it gets to three
how many teardrops will that be?
I bow my head and pray to be ok
and in a half a manhattan or so
I'll have two our fathers and one bloody mary to go
Two martinis hence it might start to make some sense
I unsealed my fate one fifth of bourbon too late
the little hand is on the three
how many teardrops will it be
till I collapse and your memory′s under wraps?
there's so much getting through to catch up to
I′m still four white russians behind
I feel a Jim Beam shining on me
I might be losing my mind
In a teardrop or two it'll be time to get over you
and I′ll figure out just how two martinis from now
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