In the backroom of the bar, crusty fingernails I saw him Everything was hidden by all the greasy hair he was in Never looking up, he seemed so sad I tried to offer him My shot of whiskey but he said I only drink gin We sat there quietly purposely ignoring the room He smiled wistfully, his shirt was dirty and torn Everlasting glances left open ended chances But he stole my heart when he ordered a double for me In the back room of the bar In the back room of the bar We made a great couple me and him Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin Well that's the way it is with him Went to the ladies room, when I returned to my chair His hands were in my bag, red handed guilt everywhere Took out a photo of an old Romeo Threw it over his shoulder and rested his hand on my knee We played these games where we go through the whole alphabet He'd have an Adam and Eve and I had a Dixie Julep Went through an Artillery, Caruso, and a Diamond Fizz Fallen Angel, Green Dragon, ending with a kiss in the dark In the back room of the bar In the back room of the bar We made a great couple me and him Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin Last call came right at once, gla**es were empty and dry We got our second wind but all we had was a dime Didn't even seem to care, the bartender unaware We jumped overthe counter, took off with our hands full of booze In the back room of the bar In the back room of the bar We made a great couple me and him Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin (x2)