It makes you blind, it does you in

It makes you think you're pretty tough

It makes you prone to crime and sin

It makes you say things off the cuff

It's very small and made of glass

and grossly over-advertised

It turns a genius into an ass

and makes a fool think he is wise

It could make you regret your birth

or turn cartwheels in your best suit

It costs a lot more than it's worth

and yet there is no substitute

They keep it on a higher shelf

the older and more pure it grows

It has no color in itself

but it can make you see rainbows

You can find it on the Bowery

or you can find it at Elaine's 

It makes your words more flowery

It makes the sun shine, makes it rain

You just get out what they put in

and they never put in enough

Love is like a bottle of gin

but a bottle of gin is not like love