Eight long years we've been together
I thought we'd make it through all kinds of weather
But you've got big plans, after all
Which leave me feeling kind of small
And I'm left wondering, "what can I do now?"
So bartender, to help me figure this out...
I'm gonna need
2 scotches, 3 beers, and leave that bottle of Jack
And if you'd be so kind I'd like a glass of my girlfriend back
Still can't believe that it is over
Keep catching myself looking over my shoulder
Hoping that I'll see you there. But lately I don't seem to care
Cos I'll do anything to feel you near
The bartender says I might find you here...
At the bottom of
2 scotches, 3 beers, and leave that bottle of Jack
And if you'd be so kind I'd like a glass of my girlfriend back