I've got my suitcase packed, tied like a haversack
And I'm hoppin' in my Cadillac
Gonna drive 'til the break of day
Until I find my way back home
I gave you all my love
And I swear to god above, It was not enough
For you and all your little fantasies
That I just couldn't take
I just couldn't recreate for you my darlin' love
You, my little ingenue
You couldn't see it through
But I will get by, Don't ask why
I'm pouring just one glass of wine
I've got the same ol' blues
I'm tired of being used for diamonds and fancy shoes
And it happens almost every time
That what once was full of shine fades to blue
You, my little ingenue
You couldn't see it through
But I will get bu, Don't ask why
I'm pouring just one glass of wine
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