Vodka Talking Songtext
von White Hassle

It was the vodka talking and the gin listening
It was the vodka talking and the gin listening

I was sitting around, writing amazing lyrics, the other day
When I was struck down, dumbed by your beautiful face
I switched to poetry, where I went from prose
I don′t know all the words
I don't know how it goes
Did you do it, or did you just talk about it?

It was the vodka talking and the gin listening
It was the vodka talking and the gin listening


On the other side of the street, on the same side of the family
On both sides of the world
It′s just nice to hear a voice at the other end of the line
I believe in change and constancy at the same time
Well, if you're fat, then who's thin?
It′s bad, when you can′t say, "It's all good"
There′s the door
Propped open with a stick
You use the door
I'll use the stick

It was the vodka talking and the gin listening
It was the vodka talking and the gin listening

What?
It was the telephone that just rang
Like a bad joke, but i didn′t get it
Refresh my memory
I need a refill
Don't bring it on my tickertape parade
Eventually, this moment will fade
All of you, will fade
Loneliness on the left, regret on the right
I just go straight through the red light
20-something and counting
You′re at the foot of the mountain
You don't know how to count, or how to make it over the hill
If you don't wanna count it, then somebody else will

It was the vodka talking and the gin listening
It was the vodka talking and the gin listening


Well-
Bad novels; you read them, you need them
Bless my soul
We need more guitar on the monitor, and more bass, and more vocal
You know, if you die by the dime, you′ll cry ′bout a nickle
Is this the beginning?
Or is this the end?
You said, you'd take me for a ride and I said, "Yes"
Because I needed one
I didn′t know, it was gonna be a drag
Let me just put it this way-
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Never trust a person who says, "Trust me"

It was the wodka talking and the gin listening
It was the wodka talking and the gin listening

Check; one two
Check; one two
Check; one two
Day-in and day-out
The only thing that I'm not sick of, is your body
You sound like a broken CD
At first, they said CDs wouldn′t skip
But you sound like a broken CD
You sound like a broken CD
(-oke dee-dee dee-dee dee-dee dee-dee dee-dee dee-dee dee-dee)

It was the wodka talking and the gin listening
It was the wodka talking and the gin listening

Well-
This is just in, this is justin, but I digress
I'd like to stop talking about myself and get dressed
The hobo′s gotten up with this true design
I'm settin' you free to live that party life
You and your trophy husband and me and my wife
I haven′t been this jealous since 1945
The days grow short and the nightclubs are long
Words cannot express this, I getting restless
Look at me now, I′m on a gunship of meadow
The ocean is an emotional ghetto

It was the wodka talking and the gin listening
It was the wodka talking and the gin listening

There was no telling how much money was spent on the chandelier
Guests poured in from the rafters, like rain into gobelets; by the dozen
We were frozen, like fear, like we always were
And I was hung up in a clothes mine, stranded
Our maid refused and the nurse resigned
So my wounds went unkempt
And my heart was in the lobby, by the broken down elevator
And the firn
And the ape wheezed
He had just gotten astma, which I feared I was catching
She, in all her loveliness, came down directly
And I was as bashful as ever
This time, it was not an act
I adored her
And when the sun finally did set, though, it bored her
You know what she said?
You know what she said?

It was the wodka talking and the gin listening
It was the wodka talking and the gin listening
It was the wodka talking and the gin listening
It was the wodka talking and the gin listening