The Hymn for the Alcohol

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 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 And if you know what's true Then you know I love you And if you know what's true You know I love you And if you know what's true You know I love you 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