As I drink the drink, and it drinks me too...
I reminisce the times that were…the naked truth, just no lie,
The good, the bad, the ugly, and a lot gone by...
As I touch my lips to Drink No. 6 of the night...
I begin to tread the memory lanes of love tales thick and strong,
And of ones that went sour and just so wrong.
There’s no pattern, my thoughts are just going by,
They give me a low, they give me a high...
They give me a low, they give me a high!
There begins my journey with Drink No. 7 of vodka white,
I think of the most 'special one' who made me smile, who made it all so right,
She brought in joy...she brought in light,
But as all things wither, so did we,
And she left, without her memories leaving me...
As I begin Drink No. 8, I see a beautiful stranger,
Pretty in a white satin dress, I can’t get my eyes off her.
With lips so tender and eyes dark and deep,
Her body entices me...shall I go and speak?
And there I go home with her…with her really close to me,
I go home and unwind…pulling her close to my lips and me,
She’s gorgeous...intoxicating...addictive...
The bottle's on my lips, it's time for Drink No. 9...
I dropped the woman, and rather chose the wine.
I need no woman, I need no muse,
I like this solitude, heck cares, call me a recluse!
And, once again, I am back to treading memory lanes, old and new,
Of memories of me, myself, I, us and just YOU!
