One hit Ruby,

and she's out of her mind.

Pulling the trigger on the minutes,

killing time.

She's looking to waste

away another day,

and to leave daylight for dreams

feeling fine.

Hey, hey can you take it...

Hey, hey can you take it...

Hey, Hey can you take it...

Hey, Hey can you take it...

straight.

One sip Sally,

and she's slurry, blurry.

Pull the shades off the window,

not even for show.

She's having trouble standing straight,

she's showing skin.

Doesn't remember who's house she's even in.

Hey, hey can you take it...

Hey, hey can you take it...

Hey, Hey can you take it...

Hey, Hey can you take it...

straight.