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i can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed
how can i get to sleep with all this buzzin´ in my head
and who´d have ever thought i´d not complain about a mess
servers me right i guess
this is what i get
for eatin´ crackers with my gin
and drinkin´ in my sunday dress

the telephone is by the bottle, which is always by my bed
from time to time i give it a rattle to make sure that it´s not dead
i will wait here for your call till i run out of cigarettes
i love to play the part of the damsel in distress
flickin´ ashes in my coffee
drinkin´ in my sunday dress

well i´ve been on the road to this and i´ve been on the way to this
but who´d a´think it´d come to this
don´t let on you´ve seem me like this

my old transistor´s sounding just as twangy as a fender
my radiator growls like elvis after sunday dinner
i´ve drained my last tequila and i´ve thrown away the blender
i´ve poured out all the wine
from how on nothin´ but the best
cognac and pasty cline while drinkin´ in my sunday dress

well i´ve been on the road to this and i´ve been on the way to this
i surely ain´t a hypocrite
i´ve had my fun and now i must confess

our reverend is a kingly soul
repents ´em on a dime
his bible is not inked in gold
he´s not the cheatin´ kind
one sunday after meetin´
i was in the greetin´ line
he said i´ve seen you from the altar
gulpin´ down communion wine
just remember who´s beside you
when it´s no business of mine