Would you come and soothe me in the morning,
when I'm dying on the floor just like a dog?
Would you come and see me in the morning, baby,
so all this pain I had would feel alright?

Could you put your lips onto my lips,
then maybe we could kiss until the afternoon?
My throbbing head would feel much better, pretty baby,
and I'd thank you forever more.

Would you walk out on me like the others,
leaving me dreaming about what's between your thighs?
Would you walk out on me like the others, baby,
or would you stay and compromise?

You could put your head down on my pillow,
then I would swear that you were my princess.
And if I swore that you were my princess, baby,
Then I would say this whiskey bottle's done.
Then I would say this whiskey bottle's done.

H.Math circa 2007