Close the door and pull the wine
Fill your glass, but don't fill mine
Here's to you and I for the last time
Here's to me or sometime past time
Here's to love, an empty glass
Feeling low, but it will pass
With some coffee, damitas
Black and strong and very bitter
I can think of nothing fitter
For a lover, second class
Deep inside I guess I knew
You were too good, to be true
Still it rocked me to discover
You would kiss and run for cover
When I started loving you
Nothing could have made it last
Say goodbye and say it fast
Here's to you and I for the last time
Here's to me or sometime past time
Here's to love, an empty glass
