I met her in a little bar where a compliment wouldn't get you far
We were both alone on New Year's Eve
She was shy and strangely pretty and she'd just gotten to the city
Back when she had something to believe
And after three martinis I moved in for a kiss
It was clumsy
It was something we could feel
Half an hour later we were on her kitchen floor
It wasn't love but it was something real
She'd just moved from Louisville to a studio in Cobble Hill
She told me she'd just had to get away
I came up in the kind of town where normal people settle down
I just needed somewhere I could stay
We moved in by St. Patrick's Day
I quit my second job
We were married well within a year
I felt almost human for the first time in my life
It was starting to make sense to have her near
These days I still think about her but I'm better off without her
Still she made me happy for a spell
I kept the place in Cobble Hill
She's gone home to Louisville
She has her bad days
But she's doing well
I raise a glass of brandy to her every New Year's Eve
I call her up every New Year's Day
It's not much conversation
We just talk about the little things
I guess I've never had that much to say
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