Good Girls Don't Drink...
Sitting here,in misery...
My momma told me
good girls don't drink...
As she downed that bottle of scotch.
She would hold the neck,
twist off the cap...
Sitting in the living room
her newest boyfriend would laugh...
"What happened to you, ya bitch?"
Oh how she loved that,
chuck the bottle at his head...
He'd grab the bat as she screamed
"GO BACK TO BED!"
Ha... Good girls don't drink...
Ya hear me, baby girl?
I'm down to half the bottle,
so I might have a little slur...
Good girls don't drink...
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