I got a gift
From the bartender:
The drink I bought for you, marked
"Return to sender"
I may be drunk
I may be sober
Scratch that, I'm drunk
Won't you come over?
I wanna tell you so much how much I love you
But I'm drunk
My faculties
May be a shambles
But that just means
There's no preamble
Oh, <i>in vino veritas,</i> I say I love you
But I'm drunk
I stumble in your general direction
The world's a whirling dervish
But don't laugh when I trip
It's a sign of affection
Why you make me so nervous?
Now I'm so drunk
That I can't stand
So I reach out
And take your hand
Say, "Won't you lead me onwards upwards to the dance floor?
We'll dance drunk"
Now I hold you close to keep from fallin'
It's worth the worst hangover
And now your lips are softly callin'
Lord, I hope I never get sober
'Cause when I'm drunk
I'm Casanova
Well who'd've thunk
I'd win you over?
With such ease and bonhomie
I get to thinking
You must be drunk
So what, I'm drunk
Oh, let's be drunk
Pass me the bottle, I'm...
Drunk