Regina Spektor lyrics

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Come on, bartender, won't you be more tender?
Give me two shots of whiskey and a beer chaser.
Love will be the death of me, love is so fickle,
It starts with a flood and it ends with a trickle.

Come on, bartender, just a little more tender,
I ate all your peanuts, return me to sender.
I've been too candid, now I'm barely standing,
Just call me a taxi and prepare me for landing.

Oh, you have got to kick me back out into the cold and nasty weather,
and maybe if I sober up I will stop pretending that love is forever...