Chain Smoking

Well the lipstick on your glass,
is all that remains.
And the whisper in my ear,
The subtle refrain.

The clock tickin is tellin me
That this year's dead and gone.
And Dick Clark is countin' down -

And I'm Chain Smokin',
Well I'm Chain Smokin', yeah,
Well I'm Chain Smokin',
And drinkin' Cheap Champagne.

Well I laughed at all your jokes,
Yeah there were a few.
But when you walked out of my house,
I guess I laughed then too.

The clock tickin is tellin me
That this year's dead and gone.
I'm seemin older, ain't I [??] alone.

And I'm Chain Smokin',
Well I'm Chain Smokin', yeah,
Well I'm Chain Smokin',
And drinkin' Cheap Champagne.

[ Are you ready, Carey? ]
[ Uh-huh! ]

Well I got what I wanted,
And maybe I believe that it's the best thing I've ever had.
Well you walked out forever and said 'I'll write a letter.'
And maybe you'll find somebody on your own.

And now the lipstick on your glass,
is just another stain.
In the wee hour of the year,
A resolution to your name.

The clock tickin is tellin me
That this year's dead and gone.
And time square is clearin out -

And I'm Chain Smokin',
Well I'm Chain Smokin, yeah,
Well I'm Chain Smokin',
And drinkin' Cheap Champagne. Ohh Woh.
And drinkin' Cheap Champagne. Ohh Yeah.
And drinkin' Cheap Champagne. Yeah.