Gin. That’s where it starts. The squinted eyes and mumbled speech I go too far I know I can barely see where I am going and you cannot understand a word I say
But these are just a side effect of my confidence which happens to come in a bottle Do you think I’d be talking to you, kissing you, loving you, without the gin? Of course not
Falling in love with strangers is the love I feel So yes I need the gin. I need the gin to be able to converse and kiss and go home with strangers So I can feel something
You go ahead and find a nice boy who will romance you But me, I’ll be leaning on a bar, flirting with boys who buy me drinks
You go ahead and make love i’m content with my one night stands. I’m sure he could love me if he knew me
You go ahead and fall in love and get married. I’m lucky, because you fell in love once I fall in love every Friday night,