Album: Made In America
Yeah baby, yeah i've been drinkin'
And i, i shouldn't come by, no
But i found myself in trouble
And i had nowhere else to go
Got some whiskey from the barman
I got some cocaine from my friends
I gotta keep on movin'
Til i'm back in your arms again
Guilty, yes i'm guilty
And i'll be guilty for the rest of my life
How come baby, how come i never do what i'm supposed to do
How come everything i try never turns out right?
You know how it is with me baby
You know i just can't stand myself
And it takes a whole lot of medicine darling
For me to pretend that i'm somebody else