Don't start me on the rum, Just because it makes me numb
Start me on the whiskey
I know whiskey is his drink
You never drank it with me
But now you drink it with him
I'm not good enough for whiskey
Not good enough for you
Let's start drinking wine
We used to all the time
It used to go to our heads
But then you went to his bed
If the wine stains you lips red
Then tonight you might forget
You might not go home to him
You might stay here with me
It is just wishful thinking
That all this hard drinking might lure you back to my ramshackle stable
There's no point in trying
The debutante was lying
When she said that she did something that your lips could never do
And if you know what's true then you know I love you
Its six months since you left
You must be truly blessed
Cause you look no less pretty
In fact you may be more so
If you reap the seeds that you sow
Oh we both know you are going straight to Hell
