It Got All Black - Shivaree

It got all black in the bottom of my glass

I looked 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 its 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 maybe 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 Think you might go out of style dear

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 be all of an hour

I could still forget you

Have a cocktail and a shower

Like my mother said

It’s true