Radha Thomas,Aman Mahajan, 2012

Four dry Martinis a few Gin ‘n’ Ts
The sound in my head is the buzzing of bees
Looked everywhere but I can’t find my keys
Bartender call me a cab if you please

Oh my head, somebody get me to bed
I really can’t see far ahead, tomorrow maybe I’ll be dead

On the ride way up town
From down in China Town
I’ll try to keep it down
Cos I’ve borrowed this gown
But the car sways and swerves
I thought avenues had no curves
But I know I deserve
Everything that I’m served

Take me home, I now that am oh so blown
I know I need to be alone, so no one hears me moan groan

Not again, not again, I swear, no, not again
I’ve got nothing to gain from this broken refrain
Can I take back the day, before you led me astray
Where day is like night, day and night, night and day

Hold me / Stop me / Let me / Go now
‘Cos I have to stay away
Oh very, very far away
I can’t do this, another day
There’s no way
No matter what you try and say

Sitting here watchin’ the clouds rolling by
Wondering if it will rain or be dry
Counting the stars as they light up the sky
I now know the what and the where and the why

Oh my head, somebody get me to bed
I really can’t see far ahead, tomorrow maybe I’ll be dead