One Quick Martini

The Journeymen


One quick martini,
Then I’ll be on my way.
I’m tired of all this play.
Why don’t we call it a day?

I had such a great time,
Doing the town with you.
But to thine own self be true.
I’m not in love. Are you?

Bridge:
Let’s not pretend that we’re lovers,
Meeting in some dim café.
Let’s not pretend there aren’t others,
Making love in this same silly way.

But thanks for the flowers. 
The Scotch, and the Brandy too.
You knew the right thing to do,
Now it looks like we’re through.

Instrumental Break

Bridge

Repeat last verse

You see...
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