Testo No Rm. 9, Kentucky

Happy birthday, baby, yeah
You make me feel blue
Swollen eyes worth since you left

Happy birthday, baby, yeah
I love only you
Swollen eyes worth since you left
That's approval, a stamp of a knife with initials on rubber
A doodle of some ancient mother fucking her son
I predict by 3am the pill bottle top will have come undone

Tongue kiss through the kitchen screen
Tongue kiss through the kitchen screen

By 3am the pill bottle top will have come undone
She'll hand you one long-wind, short-sigh story
that starts with the words, "There's no room Kentucky 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9"
I guess you'll do just fine

By 3am the pill bottle top had come undone
She'll hand you one long-wind, short-sigh story
That's untrue, there is no room nine No room nine

She'll hand you one long-wind, short-sigh story
That's untrue, 'cause there is no room nine
Nine, nine