Morphine I Think She Likes Me
I walked into a strange cafe
no one there's ever heard my name
I go to the bar, have a seat
talk to that woman sittin next to me
she'll ask me in a voice so low
she ask me if I come in here alone
she ask me nicely, "Can I buy you a drink?"
you know I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
she listens to every word I say
I look at her, she don't look away
I tell her that I play for treat her right
she ask me if I'm gonna play tonight
she cross her legs, do no harm
she lets her finger run on down my arm
I asked her nicely, "can I buy YOU a drink?"
you know I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
some guy comes over, what does he think?
intruding on our private thing
man here's looking quite upset
wavin around with his gun like that
she told me things about her life
she never told me she was someone's wife
man with the gun says, "why'd you buy her a drink?"
I said, "I think she likes me. That's what I think."
I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
I, I, I think she likes me