Reservations for one tonight I`ll be eating by myself again At that quiet little corner spot Where we used to hang with all our friends
And I`ll ease down to the local pub Climb up on the tallest stool Holding court with my common sense Outwitting all these common fools
Chorus: I`ve got good taste for blended whiskey I can see my way around this bar I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar I can`t read your mind Baby I can sense this much When it comes to your love I feel like I`m losing my touch
You`re not buying this anymore My lies have come up short again You haven`t said it`s over yet Oh but I can feel a bitter wind And after giving me your better years And hoping for the very best Closing time is drawing near As I sit alone with all the rest
Chorus When it comes to your love I feel like I`m losing my touch
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