She comes over drinks with me all night
But when the morning comes the bottle is empty and dry
In bed alone I wake up hungry then I cry

The phone number she left is disconnected, lipstick on my bathroom mirror

Alone forever is the worst thing I fear

Off to the store to buy another bottle of velvety girl...

Her name is Brandy, she is my joy my thrill, my candy!
To me she is loyal and goes down smooth and warm
She came to me from a love novel page torn...

Two dimensional but she asks for nothing in return
Better than the real deal that way I can't get burned...
She puts out my angry fire then goes up in smoke
I light another cigar to simply try and cope... How she understands!
I'm her man...

Liquid lady Knocks upon my door
She has what I want she is my lovely liquid *****...


David John Clare