Karaoké Fine Ordinary Days (Hunter Foster & Lisa Brescia)

It started with the wine

The wine

The wine

We were shopping for a bottle to bring to her cousin's soiree

My cousin's a sous chef

She's very gourmet

I grabbed my favorite cabernet

He's got no clue and so I say

Darling the wine

The wine

The wine

They're serving monkfish so darling the wine can't be red

How 'bout this Austrian

Riesling instead

Honey you know

I don't like the Riesling

When have you ever seen me drink Riesling

Never but can't you listen this once

Red wine and fish

You'll look like a dunce

Fine I'll bring the red

You bring the white

That way I'll still get drunk,

You'll still be right

Fine, fine

Fine

And then there was the cab

The cab

The cab

We're stuck in traffic in the middle of Broadway

Ten minutes we wait

We're twelve blocks away and we're already late

I point out there'd be no delay if we would just turn that a-way

Honey, the cab

The cab?

The cab was pointed squarely down Broadway

I know you're concerned

But your cousin's on Broadway so why have we turned

Darling I know my cousin's on Broadway

But there was lots of traffic on Broadway

Surely but now in my own defense

We're farther away which doesn't make sense

Fine driver please stop here if you would

I think walking will do us both some good

Fine, fine

Fine, fine

We don't say anything

We don't say anything as we're walking down Broadway as we're walking down Broadway

It's like I'm walking next

It's like I'm walking next to a stranger to a stranger

I've had that feeling more and more

I've had that feeling more and more like I don't even know him like I don't even know her

But right now it's cold and we're still in a hurry

I'm not gonna stop and I'm not gonna worry

We'll be fine

Fine

We'll be fine

Fine

Fine

Fine

And then it starts to rain

And then it starts to rain

My hair starts to drip

My shoes are a mess

My bag's getting wet and so is my dress

I love the rain

How everything shimmers

The wind's picking up

We've got no umbrella

It dots her hair like morning dew

Suddenly I start to think of the day that I first met her

A bucket of snow had landed in her hair

I picture her shake the snowflakes off her shoulders

And somehow I want to get us back to there

I want her to know that I can't bear to spend a single day without her

But how can she know

How can she know

Shit ow my shoe

My shoe, my shoe dammit

This is really fantastic

No really absurd

And what you just stand there and don't say a word

Fine I'm gonna go

We're late for my cousin

God help the soul who's late for my cousin

You can stay put here out in the rain

But don't leave it up to me to explain

Give me the wine

Don't take all day

Fine then

Bring it yourself your cabernet

Jesus

Shut up Claire and marry me

Fine

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