Vodka Sorrow

When the foghorn blows stand on your tiptoes
Look out the windows

Crooked teeth on the bottom row
It takes a lower lip to know

Vodka sorrow
Watch her go
Were you really there
Vodka sorrow
Walks to the phone box in rabbit fur
Looking back the edges blur

Now daybreak is on her back
Like the train is on the track
Vodka sorrow watch her go
Were you really there
Vodka sorrow

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