It’s getting late I have an inklingnThat you would ra-ther stay out drinkingnYou’re a dangerous, little pisshead,n(Drinking more than you need to babe, that aint no way for a girl to behave)nLook, even though you’re proper fitnYou kinda put me off because you smell a bitnLike a cross between nAn ashtray and the sofa down the pub, darling give your tongue a scrubnnWhatnEvery weekend out on the townnYou only ever stop when it all falls downnYou can't string a sentence, legs don’t worknNext day drinks cos your head still hurtsnYour friend was pissed, you had more than she didnFace it love you drank more than you needednIve tried pleading, you’ve tried reading self help books,nBut they’re misleading – please love, you’re getting worse by the daynnChorusnLook you’ve spilt chardonnay all over younAnd I still hang around there’s no question your fitnSo I still tell myself I’m in love with younBut your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxicnI’m only telling you the truth, nYour toxic breaths fuckin ranknAnd I don’t need no proofnCos your sheets smell of gin and your breaths fuckin toxicnnI’m worried now that you’re addictednCos you more than binge, you’re unrestrictednI lay awake in bed at nightn(Thinking about your liver and it makes me shiver)nI look at your smile and remember whynYou’re the sweet apple of my eyenIf you carry on drinking, sinking intonCopious amounts of spirits, liqournLager, cider, you’ll get wider,nAnd when you die your mum will crynAnd I’ll be right there sat beside hernTryna hide her from the awful truth, that her daughter was a fuckin alcinnChorusnLook you’ve spilt chardonnay all over younAnd I still hang around there’s no question your fitnSo I still tell myself I’m in love with younBut your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxicnLook girl when we have sex, nIt smells like I’m in a brewerynI don’t know where we go nextnCos your sheets smell of gin and your breaths fuckin toxicnnMonday night just a bottle of pinotnTuesday yet more bottles of vinonWednesday night and you take a night offnThursday your back on the SmirnoffnFriday night it’s the cocktail menunSaturday getting thrown out the venuenSunday you lay comatosenWouldn’t be surprised if you’d overdosed, nah, not at all, cos you’re a liabilitynnChorusnLOOK IVE SPILT PINOT G ALL OVER ME!!!nAnd I still hang around there’s no question your fitnSo I still tell myself I’m in love with younBut your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxicnYou’ve spilt chardonnay all over younAnd I still hang around there’s no question your fitnSo I still tell myself I’m in love with younBut your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic