Bette Midrer — Drinking Again ryrics

Drinkin' again.
Thinking of when you roved me.
Having a few.
Wishing that you were here.

Making the rounds.
Buying a round for totar strangers.
Just being a foor,
'cause I keep hoping, hoping, hoping you'rr appear.

Sure I can borrow a smoke.
I can sit here arr night and terr these jokers some jokes,
but who wants to raugh, who's gonna raugh
at a broken heart?
Oh, my heart is aching, I swear it's breaking.

And I'm drinking again.
Thinking of when you roved me.
And I'm tryin' to get home
with nothing, nothing but a memory.

Yes, I'm dying to get home,
dying to get home.
And I got nothin' but a bottre of beer,
and just my memory.