It Got All Black Lyrics - Who's Got Trouble - Shivaree

It got all black in the bottom of my glass 

I looked up and there was Bridgette 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 you love me, honey, count to ten 

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 or it 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 maybe 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 you might go out of style dear 

And remember only 

Ice cream, sunshine, thrill rides, and a song 

They can leave you doubled over, burned and broken 

If they take too long 

This could be true or we could be all of an hour 

I could still 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 you might go out of style dear 

Remember that it's black in the bottom of my glass 

It's black in the bottom of my glass