soul coughing
janine
Janine, I drink you up Janine, I drink you up Janine, Janine, I sing If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh  Varick Street and I drove South With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth, Janine  Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right Angels shine down from the traffic light, Janine  I fell asleep by the blue light of Live at Five And as I drifted off, I heard Al Roker say to me: Dial one nine hundred Four Jay Ay En Eye En Ee.  Slap myself to waking but now it's too late Cause I spelled your name out on my licence plate, Janine