Yes babe, I've been drinking

And I shouldn't come by, I know

But I found myself in trouble

And I had nowhere else to go

Got some whiskey from the barman

Got some cocaine from a friend

And I just had to keep on moving

Until I was back in your arms again

Guilty, yes I'm guilty

I'll be guilty for the rest of my life

How come I never do what I'm supposed to do?

How come nothing that I do ever turns out right?

You know, you know how it is with me

You know I can't stand myself

And it takes a whole lot of medicine

For me to pretend that I'm somebody else