Letras:Phoebe Snow. I Can't Complain. A Case Of You.

Just before our love got lost, you said
"I am as constant as a northern star"
And said, "Constantly in the darkness
Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar"

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada, oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice

Oh! You're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and you taste so sweet
Oh! I could drink a case of you, darling
And still be on my feet, I'd still be on my feet

Oh! I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the Devil
And I'm drawn to those who ain't afraid

I remember the time you told me
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
Part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

Oh! You're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and you taste so sweet
Oh! I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you, darling
And still be on my feet, still be on my feet

I met a woman, she had a mouth like yours
She knew your life, she knew your devils
And your deeds, she said
"Go ahead and stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed"

Oh! You're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and you taste so sweet
Oh! I could drink a case of you, darling
And still be on my feet, I'd still be on my feet