It Got All Black - Shivaree

It got all black

In the bottom of my glass

That live

Up and there was Bridgette Fontaine

I've got poison in my head

I've got chocolate and bread

And I may never leave this room again

Now it's dark and you love me honey

Count to ten

I can help you to distinguish your pain

It's so gorgeous to be back

In Paris once again

Now I wonder what they put in the rain

This could be true

Or it could take all of an hour

I could just forget you

Have a cocktail and a shower like

My mother taught me that

Everybody loves a mystery

So you can leave it at

Your name and your rank

If we like it little

I can get your history

Maybe put a little more in the bank

This could be true

Or we could just be a while here

Find better things to do

'Cause you might go out of style dear

And remember only

Ice cream sunshine

Thrill rides and a song

They can leave you doubled over

Burned and broken

If they take too long

This could be true

Or we could take all of an hour

I could still forget you

Have a cocktail and a shower

Like my mother said

It's true

That we could just be a while here

Find better things to do

'Cause you might go out of style dear

Remember that it's black

In the bottom of my glass

It's black in the bottom of my glas