It's getting late I have an inkling

That you would ra-ther stay out drinking


You're a dangerous, little pisshead,

(Drinking more than you need than you need to babe, that aint not way for a girl to behave)

Look, even though you're proper fit

You kinda put me off because you smell a bit

Like a cross between

An ashtray and the sofa down the pub, darling give your tongue a scrub

Every weekend out on the town

You only ever stop when it all falls down

You cant string a sentence, legs don't work

Next day drinks cos your head still hurts

Your friend was pissed, you had more than she did

Face it love you drank more than you needed

Ive tried pleading, you've tried reading self help books,

But they're misleading - please love, you're getting worse by the day



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Look you've spilt chardonnay all over you

And I still hang around there's no question your fit

So I still tell myself I'm in love with you

But your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic

I'm only telling you the truth,

Your toxic breaths fuckin rank

And I don't need no proof

Cos your hair smells of fags and your breaths fuckin toxic



I'm worried now that you're addicted

Cos you more than binge, you're unrestricted

I lay awake in bed at night

(Thinking about your liver and it makes me shiver)

I look at your smile and remember why

You're the sweet apple of my eye

If you carry on drinking, sinking into

Copious amounts of spirits, liqour

Lager, cider, you'll get wider,

And when you die your mum will cry

And I'll be right there sat beside her

Tryna hide her from the awful truth, that her daughter was a fuckin alci



Chorus

Look you've spilt pinot G all over you

And I still hang around there's no question your fit

So I still tell myself I'm in love with you

But your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic

Look girl when we have sex,

It smells like I'm in a brewery

I don't know where we go next

Cos your hair smells of fags and your breaths fuckin toxic



Monday night just a bottle of pinot

Tuesday yet more bottles of vino

Wednesday night and you take a night off

Thursday your back on the Smirnoff

Friday night it's the cocktail menu

Saturday getting thrown out the venue

Sunday you lay comatose

Wouldn't be surprised if you'd overdosed, nah, not at all, cos you're a liability



Chorus

LOOK IVE SPILT PINOT G ALL OVER ME!!!

And I still hang around there's no question your fit

So I still tell myself I'm in love with you

But your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic

You've spilt pinot G all over you

And I still hang around there's no question your fit

So I still tell myself I'm in love with you

But your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic

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