The scent of gin flows
With every step it grows
More pungent
The bottles flow

They say,
"Why does a ****** ***** drink class like that?"
Class doesn't come from a bottle
She knows too well

A short round of laughs
Insecurities bubble up
Rage flowers in the garden
of Eden tonight

Hidden in her crimson
Grin
She slowly sneaks you in
Her best friend Gin

It's Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde
They will destroy you
But her heart won't.