How low
how low must I sink
For you to want it again
Like the night with the drink
Tequila and red wine, beer and vodka that tasted like gin
but slipped down like tears
I was not on my knees by accident
Can you hear my rumbling guts
I see sickness again
Coming in floods
Of tequila and red wine, beer and vodka that tasted like gin
but slipped down like tears
I was not at your feet by accident

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