Don't start me on the rum, 
Just because it makes me numb. 
Start me on the whiskey 
I know whiskey is his drink. 
You never drank it with me 
but now you drink it with him, 
I'm not good enough for whiskey, 
not good enough for you.

Let's start drinking wine, 
we used to all the time. 
It used to go to our heads 
but then you went to his bed. 

If the wine stains you lips red 
then tonight you might forget, 
You might not go home to him 
you might stay here with me. 

It is just wishful thinking 
that all this hard drinking 
might lure you back 
to my ramshackle stable, 
There's no point in trying, 
the debutante was lying
when she said that she did something that your lips 
could never do. 

And if you know what's true 
then you know I love you. 

Its six months since you left, 
you must be truly blessed, 
Cause you look no less pretty, 
in fact you may be more so, 
If you reap the seeds that you sow, 
Oh we both know 
you are going straight to Hell

It is just wishful thinking...