Now, you kind of got to know me. 
I told you all my secrets but one. 
So lend me your ears and listen to another embarrassing song. 
But don’t you start to worry, it’s probably not as bad as you think. 
Just one more thing about me, is that I cannot hold a drink. 
And when I had a glass or three I tend to dance quite expressively, 
moving ’cross the floor in a one two three, thinking I’m the queen of the party. 

When I drink, I always think that I’m Beyoncé. 
When I drink, I always think that I can dance that way. 
Lift my leg a little more and then fall face-down on the floor, 
Where I keep lying. 
And then I can’t stop crying. 
I try to think I’m a nice person. 
When I stick to coffee, that is. 
But when I go for wine, I get an emotional abyss. 
And as everybody’s getting drunk on my expenses, 
And I had so much I nearly lost my senses, 
You say I shouldn’t feel so blue. 
I say: it’s my party and I cry if I want to. 

When I drink, I always think that I’m Beyoncé. 
When I drink, I always think that I can dance that way. 
Lift my leg a little more and then fall face-down on the floor, where I keep lying. 
And then I can’t stop crying. 
One wine more.