Fifths

Troubled lady
At the bar
Empty as a Mason jar

Drinking whisky
At noon on Tuesday
To the opus of her rain

"Hey, barkeep"
"What's her name?"
Says, "Wanda, and she's insane"

Baby, be my fifth of Comfort
And I'll be your fifth of gin
My love is lush and inert
And yours is almost kicked-in
And I don't care what sober people think
'Cause baby, I need you
Baby, I need you
Baby, I need you…
Like a drunk needs a drink

Jimmy Smith
Soft and low
Smokey as her Marlboro

On her face
A tattered map
To her treasure of mishaps

Bourbon eyes
Cut and sync
As we down our first drink

Baby, be my fifth of Comfort
And I'll be your fifth of gin
My love is lush and inert
And yours is almost kicked-in
And I don't care what sober people think
'Cause baby, I need you
Baby, I need you
Baby, I need you…
Like a drunk needs a drink

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