[i]Bottle Bottle[/i]
I met her first inside the bar.
A taller glass of somethin' else
the poshest bottle bottle there
real cool, but with a kickin' bite

and Hell, it went down pretty smooth
a single sip was all it took
a taste to make my muzzle lock 
around the bottle bottle neck
            you can't just stop at one.


I met her first outside the church.
The chase disguised the aftertaste
'cause bitter bottle bottle's suck
like my muzzle after lemons

and Hell, the chase ran out today
it kept a lid on top of things
it should still work without the salt
so bottle bottle bottom's up
            you can't just call a cab.


I met her first beside the stairs.
It's blurry now, just like the base
a clouded bottle bottle left
it's callin' me at three o'clock

and Hell, my paws still got the shakes
my head's still spinnin' from the punch
my teeth'll never be the same
but half a bottle bottle left
            you can't just pour it out.