Bootleg Sugar

Backroom blues, Door marked scoreboard." Red dress laughs, cards take souls. Tin ashtray, Whiskey breath talk. Names on a napkin crumpled in my coat. Give me that bootleg sugar, burn so slow. Sip of your smile and I can't let go. World gone dry, but you still pour. Bootleg sugar, I keep coming back for more. Yeah. Band in the corner, two lights blown. Piano man grinning, keys half-toned. Your glove on my shoulder, perfume and sin. You say, "Last call, darling," then you pull me Back in. Give me that bootleg sugar, Burn so slow. Sip of your smile and I can't let go. World gone dry, but you still pour. Bootleg sugar, I keep coming back for more. Coppers on the sidewalk, Footsteps near. You kiss me in the blackout, I'm still here. If they smash every bottle, sweep every floor, I'll taste that bootleg sugar in you and nothing More. Give me that bootleg sugar, burn so slow. Sip of your smile and I can't let go. World gone dry, but you still pour. Bootleg sugar, I keep coming back for more. Oh. Bootleg sugar, I keep coming back for more.