I've never held a beverage to my lips
I imagine beer tastes just like piss
And I can't believe I'm sober as I'm saying this
But I'm sure I've tasted intoxication.
You're just like the bottom of a bottle
I tip you back, just dawdle
And while it always starts off at full throttle
I'm left with regret and exasperation.
You would always laugh, call me virgin pure
Hold your glass tight and let the boys pour
Always just a little bit--just a little bit more
And I'm left drunk