Bottle by My Bed Songtext
von Sunny Sweeney

All my friends are raising babies
I′m still raising cane
They must think because I've waited that I don′t want the same
Their days are spent changing diapers
They think mine are so exciting
Running off to where the lights are so much brighter

It's an empty room at the top of the stairs
Watching the evening news with a couple of beers
I only call my husband baby cause I love the word
Never wanted something so bad that it hurts
Even give up these damned ol' cigarettes
If I could have a bottle by my bed

Only bed time story is a ′People′ magazine
I'd rather be in a carpool line than this big cold limousine
I′d trade every pair of high heel shoes for a highchair in the dining room
Don't even know you yet, but I know I love you


It′s an empty room at the top of the stairs
Watching the evening news with a couple of beers
I only call my husband baby cause I love the word
Never wanted something so bad that it hurts
Even give up these damnes ol' cigarettes
If I could have a bottle by my bed

We wait
We wait
It′ll be our turn someday

Spend a lot of afternoons daydreaming 'bout you
Right now our mortgage is the only thing that's due

It′s an empty room at the top of the stairs
Watching the evening news with a couple of beers
I only call my husband baby cause I love that word
Never wanted something so bad that it hurts
Even give up these damned ol′ cigarettes
If I could have a bottle by my bed
Bottle by my bed

We wait