c h a m p a i g n    m a r m a l a d e

Champaign marmalade for you,
I’ll stick to whiskey on the rocks;
Hell I’ll even take it straight.
Cause as bad as you make it seem
‘Bout that deep gleam of burn in your
Throat, and gut is no other
Than the illusion of what you make it be.
Can’t you see,  

It’s the intoxication of perception.
That keeps your deception so sweet.
Then keep your champagne marmalade
On the counter in the shade,
I’ll take it straight and hot
For all the remorse I’ve not
You’re messing around with the hope
You’ve got in your intoxicating life.