| Gin on your breath, smoke in your hair
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| Can’t stand to walk as you fall down the stairs
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| You said your mama did not raise no fool
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| But hey, little lady, I got news for you
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| I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
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| But I’m not too keen on you drinkin' my money
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| You know what you’re doing’s a sin
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| Now you’re stinkin' of gin again
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| Can’t face the facts, you can’t say it’s true
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| Old mother’s ruin’s got the better of you
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| Wearing you out and she’s sucking you in
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| Losing your mind to a bottle of gin
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| I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
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| But I’m not too keen on you drinkin' my money
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| You know what you’re doing’s a sin
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| Now you’re stinkin' of gin again
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| I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
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| But I’m not too keen on you drinkin' my money
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| You know what you’re doing’s a sin
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| Now you’re stinkin' of gin again
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| That’s right
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| Burning your candle at more than one end
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| It’s sad that the bottle’s your only true friend
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| If drinking is evil then you’re growing horns
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| I won’t be here when reality dawns
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| I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
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| But I’m not too keen on you drinkin' my money
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| You know what you’re doing’s a sin
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| Now you’re stinkin' of gin again
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| I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
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| But I’m not too keen on you drinkin' my money
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| You know what you’re doing’s a sin
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| Now you’re stinkin' of gin again
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| Alright
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| I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
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| But I’m not too keen on you drinkin' my money
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| You know what you’re doing’s a sin
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| You’re stinkin' of gin again
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| I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
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| But I’m not too keen on you drinkin' my money
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| You know what you’re doing’s a sin
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| Now you’re stinkin' of gin again |