Janine

Janine, I drink you up...

Janine, I drink you up...

Janine, Janine, I sing...

If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh-huh

Varick Street and I drove south

With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth

Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right

Angels shine down from the traffic light...

Janine, I drink you up...

Janine, I drink you up...

Janine, Janine, I sing...

If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh-huh

I fell asleep by the blue light of "Live at Five"

And as I drifted off, I heard Al Roker say to me:

Dial 1-900-4-J-A-N-I-N-E

Janine, I drink you up...

Janine, I drink you up...

Janine, Janine, I sing...

If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh-huh

Slap myself to waking, but now it's too late

Cause I spelled your name out on my license plate

Janine...