Confessions of an alcoholics daughter

by Baybeeh   Mar 1, 2009


The drinks are flowing, just like the river
Then she keeps going
The whole night ends with a blur
She's got no limit
She thinks she's so tough
Can't walk a straight line
At the end of the night she's rough
Her dress whispers reckless
That night starts now
as she slips on her necklace

Mummy, don't you worry
It's just a phase you're going through
Some day you'll know just what to do
Mummy, it's alright
Slap the hand that just keeps pouring
It doesn't matter, just do something

She's ready to roll, tonight is different
She'll start it off slow to keep herself in check
Oh no, oh no: it's two for one
She starts the show
And now from this moment on, she's done

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