Lyrics It All Got Black - Shivaree

It got all black
In the bottom
Of my glass
I looked up and there was Brigitte Fontaine
I've got poison in my head
I've got chocolate and bread
And I may never leave this room again
Now it's dark and ya love me, honey
Count to 10
I can help you to distinguish your pain
It's so gorgeous to be back in Paris once again
Now I wonder what they put in the rain
This could be true
I could take all of an hour
I could just forget you
Have a cocktail and a shower
Like my mother taught me that
Everybody loves a mystery
So you can leave it at your name and your rank
If we like it, later I can get your history
Maybe put a little more in the bank
This could be true
Or we could just be a while here
Find better things to do
'Cause it might go out of style, dear and
Remember only
Ice cream, sunshine, thrill rides, they go on
They can leave you doubled over, burned and broken
If they take too long
This could be true
I could take all of an hour
I could just forget you
Have a cocktail and a shower like
My mother said it's true
That we could just be a while here
Find better things to do
'Cause we might go out of style dear, and
Remember that it's
Black in the bottom of my glass
It's black in the bottom of my glass