Lemonade

Still awake, early Sunday morning
Time for jazz and cigarettes
Half past seven, sitting on the curb
Empty rum and lemonade bottles

Don't make me cry
You left with no goodbye
At least I'm not afraid
As long as I have my lemonade

Eating ice cubes on your sofa
Bare-chested, black leather jacket
An Indian Summer song playing
Lighting another one

Don't make me cry
You left with no goodbye
At least I'm not afraid
As long as I have my lemonade

Now, don't make me sad
You left with no regrets
At least I'm not afraid
'Cause I still have my lemonade
Yeah, I still have my lemonade