yes, baby, i been drinkin' and i shouldn't come by i know but i found myself in trouble and i had nowhere else to go
got some whisky from the barman got some cocaine from a friend i just had to keep on movin' til i was back in your arms again
guilty, baby i'm guilty and i'll be guilty the rest of my life how come i never do what i'm supposed to do how come nothin' that i try to do ever turns out right?
you know, you know how it is with me baby you know, i just can't stand myself and it takes a whole lot of medicine for me to pretend that i'm somebody else