It's You Songtext

von Buffalo Tom

There's no time - a few hours to sleepJust drive 'til tomorrowHere I go - my drunk tank's on emptyI've run low on sorrowOne last lemon drop is all that's left from our last tripAnd that is the taste of you, of you
Auld Lang Syne you're drunk all the timeSing happy new yearHere's my crime: dried up twists of limeIs all we have left hereIf I've had just one thing thatCould tranquilize my mind - it's all in a drinkOf you, of youOh little one it's you, it's you
Are you Joan of Arc or Marie Antoinette?Did you come here to remember or to forgetAs silly as it seems it only happens when I dreamAll at one time of you, of you
The truth is in your teethBecause your smile's beyond beliefAll that is true of you, of youOh little one it's you, it's you