Matthew Ryan - Elise Is The 13th Disciple? lyrics

Well, the crooner never gets his fill He can barely stand but still He fumbles for another five dollar bill He's got the eyes of a drunken sailor And Elise sinks into the corner she abhors Hiding behind her cigarette trying to ignore All the propositions that fall at her feet And the dreams that drift out to sea Now in a pocket under a pile in her room There's a note that reads, "I love you, baby, I'll be home soon" That was the very last rung Before she gave up on the climb 'Cause her crooner has got his own agenda With his booze and his beautiful pretenders Who hang out at the all night bars And drinks to there little sports cars That they bought with the cash That they got from god's last will and testament Elise says, "That's not what he meant" Elise says, "That's not what he meant"