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