Read Fine Lyrics Hunter Foster ft. Lisa Brescia
Fine Lyrics Hunter Foster
JASON
It started with the wine
CLAIRE
The wine
JASON
The wine!
We were shopping for a bottle to bring to her cousin’s soiree.
CLAIRE
My cousin’s a sou chef, she’s very gourmet.
JASON
I grabbed my favorite cabernet.
CLAIRE
He’s got no clue and so I say:
Darling, the wine
JASON
The wine?
CLAIRE
The wine!
They’re serving monkfish, so darling the wine can’t be red.
How ’bout this Austrian Riesling instead?
JASON
Honey, you know I don’t like the Riesling.
When have you ever seen me drink Riesling?
CLAIRE
Never but can’t you listen this once,
Red wine and fish, you’ll look like a dunce
JASON
Fine!
I’ll bring the red, you bring the white
That way I’ll still get drunk, you’ll still be right
CLAIRE
Fine.
JASON
Fine.
CLAIRE
Fine.
And then there was the cab.
JASON
The cab!
CLAIRE
The cab. We’re stuck in the middle of Broadway,
Ten minutes we wait.
JASON
We’re twelve blocks away, and we’re already late.
CLAIRE
I point out there’d be no delay,
If we would just turn that a-way.
JASON
Honey, the cab!
CLAIRE
The cab.
JASON
The cab
was pointed squarely down Broadway.
I know you’re concerned, but your cousin’s on Broadway,
so why have we turned?
CLAIRE
Darling, I know my cousin’s on Broadway,
but there was lots of traffic on Broadway!
JASON
Surely, but now in my own defense,
We’re farther away, which doesn’t make sense
CLAIRE
Fine, driver, please stop here
if you would
I think
Walking will do us both some good.
JASON
Fine.
CLARE
Fine.
BOTH
Fine.
We don’t say anything as we’re walking down Broadway.
It’s like I’m walking next to a stranger.
I’ve had that feeling more and more, like I don’t even know him/her!
JASON
But right now it’s cold, and we’re still in a hurry,
CLAIRE
I’m not gonna stop and I’m not gonna worry.
BOTH
We’ll be fine.
Fine.
Fine.
And then it starts to rain.
CLAIRE
My hair starts to drip
My shoes are a mess
My bag’s getting wet
and so is my dress
JASON
I love the rain.
How everything shimmers!
CLAIRE
The wind’s picking up, we’ve got no umbrella.
JASON
It dots her hair like morning dew.
Suddenly I start to think
Of the day that I first met her
A bucket of snow had landed in her hair
I picture her shake the snowflakes off her shoulders
And somehow I want to get us back to there
I want her to know that I can’t bare to spend
a single day without her
But how can she know?
How can she know?
CLAIRE
Shit! OW! My shoe, my shoe, my shoe, dammit!
This is really fantastic, no really absurd,
And what, you just stand there, and don’t say a word,
Fine, I’m gonna go, we’re late for my cousin.
God help the soul who’s late for my cousin!
You can stay put here out in the rain,
But don’t leave it up to me to explain
Give me the wine, don’t take all day
Fine then! Bring it yourself, your cabernet, Jesus!
JASON
Shut up Claire and marry me!
CLAIRE
Fine!
What?
