You're All Scotch, No Soda

You should be grateful I've never looked no better
 You made a clean break, I'm all washed up
 What are the chances?
 My love for my tormentor
 You took the elevator all the way up
 Well, you're all scotch, no soda
 Your fingertips could torture
 Drag my body back to New Orleans
 And dream a little dream of me
 Well you're all scotch, no soda
 I think I know who loves ya'
 Drag my body across the dirty ground
 I like a city that can sleep around
 Pass the cheap Merlot
 Here's to who you know
 You look so sad, boy– you smell like gin and failure
 You sing a sad song
 I knew a sad man
 Told me to keep my chin up
 Told me to smile more so I took his teeth
 Well, you're all scotch, no soda
 Your fingertips could torture
 Drag my body back to New Orleans
 And dream a little dream of me
 Well, you're all scotch, no soda
 I think I know who loves ya'
 Drag my body on the dirty ground
 I like a city that can sleep around
 Well, you're all scotch, no soda
 Your fingertips could torture
 Drag my body back to New Orleans
 And dream a little dream of me
 Pass the cheap Merlot
 Here's to who you know
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 Underhanded
 Slightly damaged
 Hey, young lonely
 You took advantage
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 Well, you're all scotch, no soda
 Your fingertips could torture
 Send my body back to New Orleans
 And dream a little dream of me
 Well, you're all scotch, no soda
 Your fingertips could torture
 Drag my body on the dirty ground
 I like a city that can sleep
 Well, you're all scotch, no soda
 Your fingertips could torture
 Drag my body back to New Orleans
 And dream a little dream of me
 Pass the cheap Merlot
 Here's to who you know