It Got All Black

It got all black in the bottom of my gla*s 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 maybe 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, and a song They can leave you doubled over, burned and broken If they take too long This could be true or we could be 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 Remember that it's black in the bottom of my gla*s It's black in the bottom of my gla*s