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It was the vodka talking and the gin listenin' (x2)I was sitting around writing amazing lyrics the other dayWhen I was struck down, dumb, by your beautiful faceI switched to poetry when it went from proseI don't know all the wordsI don't know how it goesDid you do it? Or did you just talk about it?It was the vodka talking and the gin listenin' (x2)On the other side of the streetOn the same side of the familyOn both sides of the worldIt's just nice to hear a voice at the other end of the lineI believe in change and constancy at the same timeWell if you're fat, then who's thin?It's bad when you can't say it's all goodThere's the door, propped open with a stickYou use the doorI'd use the stickIt was the vodka talking and the gin listenin' (x2)What?!SongtexteIt was the telephone that just rangLike a bad joke, but I didn't get itRefresh my memory, I need a refillDon't rain on my ticker-tape paradeEventually this moment will fadeAll of you will fade!Loneliness on the left, regret on the rightI just go straight through the red lightTwenty-something and counting; you're at the foot of the mountainYou don't know how to count, or how to make it over the hillIf you don't want to count it then somebody else willIt was the vodka talking and the gin listenin' (x2)Well bad novels; do you read them? Do you need them?Bless my soul!We need more guitar in the monitorAnd more bass, and more vocalYou know if you die by the dime you'll cry by the nickelIs this the beginning, or is this the end?You said you'd take me for a rideI said, "yes" (because I needed one)I didn't know it was gonna be a dragLet me just put it this wayWait a minute! (x3)Never trust a person who says "trust me."It was the vodka talking and the gin listenin' (x2)Check, one, two! (x3)Day in and day outThe only thing that I'm not sick of is your bodyYou sound like a broken CDAt first they said CDs wouldn't skip butYou sound like a broken CD! (x2) brokeDe-de (x7)It was the vodka talking and the gin listenin'Well, this just in, this just in, but I digressI'd like to start talking about myself and get dressedThe hobo got up to shield his eyesI set you free you live that party lifeYou and your trophy husbandAnd me and my wifeI haven't been this jealous since 1945The days grow short and the nightclubs are longWords cannot express thisI'm getting restlessLook at me now, I'm on a gunship of metalThe oceans is an emotional ghettoIt was the vodka talking and the gin listenin' (x2)There was no telling how much money was spent on the chandelierGuests poured in from the rafters like rain into goblets by the dozenWe were frozen, like fear, like we always wereAnd I was hung up in the close line, strandedOur main refused and the nurse resignedSo my wounds went undressedAnd my heart was in the lobbyBy the broken down elevator, and the fernAnd the eighth wheezed; he had just got asthmaWhich I feared I was catchingShe, in all her loveliness came down, directlyAnd I was as bashful as everThis time it was not an act; I adored herAnd when the sun finally did set, though, it bored herYou know what she said?! (x2)It was the vodka talking and the gin listenin' (x4) Aus Songtexte Mania