Izakaya

If there’s something you don’t hate
Have a drink

Yeah, I’ll come right out
And have a double bourbon

I’m not gauche enough to ask your name
Let alone anything about you

Yeah, we just happen to be sitting
Together at a pub

In a shabby pub
With no pictures, no flowers, no songs or flowery words

If you’re thinking of going outside, I think it’s raining
I heard the pitter-patter of drizzle before

It’s OK, I’ll stay in here until it stops
I’ll sit here and chug down drinks on my own

In that case, should I stay with you until the morning?
I’ve met some bad girls

You don’t need to worry about that
You just go on home

In a shabby pub
With no pictures, no flowers, no songs or flowery words