[Verse 1] She walked in with a look that could shatter a pint, Hair like fire and eyes full o’ fight. Said “I love you, Jimmy… but I hate you more,” Then threw her gin across the floor. ⸻ [Chorus] That was love in a bottle and pain in a glass, A rose with a razor hid deep in the brass. She didn’t leave a note — just a busted lip, And a memory shaped like a Glasgow Kiss. ⸻ [Verse 2] We danced once slow at a funeral wake, She whispered sins I could barely take. Her hand on my cheek, her knee in my pride, Then she smiled and called it “a bumpy ride.” ⸻ [Chorus] A sweet little waltz with a knuckle twist, She hit like a promise you wish you’d missed. No farewell hug, no tender goodbye, Just boots on the bar and a blackened eye. ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken over a soft guitar strum] “They said she’d never settle down… Turns out, she just left before the police showed up. And I still say I walked into it, Your Honour.” ⸻ [Final Chorus] So raise a glass to the one that stung, To the songs I bled and the lies I sung. I’ll toast that devil with a bitter hiss — Still smilin’ from her last Glasgow Kiss. ⸻ [Outro – Slow harmonica over fading guitar. A bottle clinks. Jimmy mutters:] “Romance is dead… but it still kicks.”
