Bottles upon bottles of liquor
Sour liquor
You know each one by heart
Just like every customer

They swish and sway
Most curse and complain
The older men are creepy, really
The younger ask you out on dates

(Most) of the younger men will treat you right
Learning new details of their lives
Over a 6-pack
Wait until tomorrow – they’ll be back

Watch the shelves empty themselves
Just like the customers
One Bacardi here and a Captain Morgan there
For every bottle, there’s a secret to share

Close the store up
Withdrawals and window banging
If you unlock the doors
They won’t pay you in money

Wipe the dirt and gossip off the floor
We have more secrets than we did before
Lock them all up in the safe
Before they’re shown daylight the next day