2 INCH TAPE

Lyrics

Oficina Latina, this vino is never through
Bartender’s making sure of his tips, he’s sure to get his due
You must have had a couple, for you ask me about you
You claim I put you on a pedestal, I’ll have to think that through
We had some fun in Boston, expectations seemed almost true
You drove me mad in Toronto, I needed time and space from you
We lost our way upstate, and Philadelphia dragged on too

Ain’t it funny how things work out
Sitting in a bar, drinking with you in Nolita

Oficina Latina, shots appear from out of the blue
Bartender’s making sure of his tips, you know he’ll get what’s due
Well you smile at me, and I laugh at you
Tensions obliterate, I think we always knew
You can’t scam a scammer and you should never steal from a thief
Aquarian you, aquarian me, contrary relief
That fall you took in Manhattan, it left you all black and blue

It’s funny how things work out
Sitting in a bar, drinking with you in Nolita

Oficina Latina, this wine glass is always full
Ain’t it funny how things work out
Sitting in a bar, drinking with you in Nolita
Sitting in a bar, drinking with you señorita

Ain’t it funny how things work out
Ain’t it funny how things work out
Ain’t it funny how things work out
Sitting in a bar, drinking with you in Nolita