Chapman
Sitting alone in a bar-room, sipping my last glass of beer
My money's gone out of the window and I don't know anyone here
I'm ready to go when a hand slips in mine and a voice whispers low
"Darling slip to the bar here's a ten to see you through",
Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are
Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are
Hungrily searching the kitchen my ice-box's empty again
That candle replacing the light bulb, I guess dinners a white waxy thing
Just as I make the decision on whether to see or whether to starve
Her voice calls down the hallway
"Dinner is booked it's not too far"
Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are
Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are
I'm caught unaware in a cloudburst, stuck with no change of clothes
It's cold in this rusty old building, the heating went off long ago
It isn't surprising my temperature's rising I'm feeling quite ill
Then like a rainbow she comes in the doorway and gone is the chill
Oh sweet vanilla, you are a winner for real
Oh sweet vanilla, you are a winner for real
Oh sweet vanilla, you're a winner