Ten per cent beer
Makes me feel warm
Wrapped up in old promises
Strapped up in my inhibitions
I wish I was Houdini
I remember the old wood of this public house
I hate crowded places
I remember you all
Old friends
I don't know you, with the bright smile
I'll forget about all that tonight
Because happiness is a womanly bottle shape
Filled with bitterness, smoke
And ten per cent alcohol.
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