Soul Coughing

Soul Coughing - JANINE

rate me

Janine, I drink you up

Janine, I drink you up

Janine, Janine, I sing

If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh

Varick Street and I drove South

With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth,


Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right

Angels shine down from the traffic light,


I fell asleep by the blue light of Live at Five

And as I drifted off, I heard Al Roker say to me:

Dial one nine hundred

Four J A N I N E

Slap myself to waking but now it's too late

Cause I spelled your name out on my licence plate,


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