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 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
Later 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 that gone wrong
They can leave you doubled over
Burned and broken
If they take too long
This could be true
Or it 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
And remember that it's black
In the bottom of my glass
It's black in the bottom of my glass