Tanqueray

One fine day, she gets to say Tonight I'll stay awake and pray To keep myself away from tanqueray That fine night she got into a fight She wasn't right, can't find the light Kept holding on to me so tight Hey, poor girl, give your hand I'll take you home Hey, poor girl, rest in my car I'll pretend I'm mom Over my fretful, feeling fingertips Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow She woke up and threw up She dragged herself off from the bed And cursed to God she wasn't, wasn't dead She made tea she cleaned her shit She went on to sit and pray To keep herself away from tanqueray Hey, poor girl, give your hand I'll take you home Hey, poor girl, rest in my car I'll pretend I'm mom