Ultimate Fakebook: "Silver Date" Lyrics

"No, I don't," I tell her tounge I tell her, still I drink it all And now my head's so silver numb I guess she's crystal clear Cuz she's all a blur, playing quarter songs And she keeps her eyes at the jukebox on the needle til it falls CHORUS Summer doll, my will's so low See her laughing on her own See her dancing all alone, again Tell my thoughts I will go home Singing like a drunken dove Dreaming like a bum in love again Somewhere down her silver song I saw her turn and gently gave around My dumb eyes caught hers on me then she turned her heels We'll never go, cuz we couldn't talk This silver date slips into the somber waitress' last call CHORUS