Daddy was a drinker Drank himself right up You just stood there watching Didn't know enough As time went on You should have been afraid But instead you felt safe Cause he became Your ideal standard
Whiskers brimming over In your sweeties glass Though your stomach's turning You're a devoted lass As time goes on You might feel afraid But for now you feel safe And you're not to blame This is your ideal standard
Numbing in your belly Feels a bit unkind Now you're feeling woozy And drowsy all the time There's your ideal standard Your ideal standard And no you're not to blame
