Eric's song about drinking, smoking, and heartbreak transcends the usually cliched material and becomes a drunken sing-along anthem for the bar flies.
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Eric and Jen sat at the end of the bar. Both of them were one drink on the wrong side of sense. Eric asked Jen for a cigarette, saying "you're my little angel of death, but a good angel nonetheless." Jen wrote it down on a napkin and put the napkin in her pocket. When he sobered up, Eric twisted it up into a song about a girl from a long long time ago...
Lyrics
Won't you come back to me
so you can help me see
that the world's not as bad
as it seems to me.
What if you were my wife
I would love you for the rest of my life.
Now wouldn't that be nice?
Darling wouldn't that be nice?
Hand me another cigarette.
Whiskey for me to forget.
My little angel of death.
is a good angel
nonetheless...
I sit here all alone
waiting for another drink.
And I know the last thing I should do
Well I just shouldn't think.
'Cause every time that I do
you pop into my head.
And I know it's been a long time
But I still wish for you in my bed.
Why aren't you in my bed.
