Close the door and pull the blinds Fill your glass, but don’t fill mine Here’s to you and I for the last time Here’s to me or sometime past time Here’s to love, an empty glass
Feeling low, but it will pass With some coffee, damitas
Black and strong and very bitter I can think of nothing fitter For a lover, second class
Deep inside I guess I knew You were too good to be true Still it rocked me to discover You would kiss and run for cover When I started loving you
Nothing could have made it last Say goodbye and say it fast Here’s to you and I for the last time Here’s to me or sometime past time Here’s to love, an empty glass