Janine

Slap myself to waking but now it's too late
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,
Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right
Angels shine down from the traffic light,
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
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.
Janine , I drink you up
I drink you upJanine,

Janine, Janine, I sing
If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh