Is like putting an alcoholic in a room alone
With an open bottle of her favorite friend
Be it Jack or Jim or Jose
And sitting beside her bottle is a shotglass
Already wet because she couldn't resist
Just a shot or two
And she knows his warmth
Longs for another sip
One glass just doesn't quench the thirst
That he brings to her
She knows all too well
What one more will do
The piercing ecstasy
That courses through her body
Filling her mind with the burning thoughts
Such as having another drink
Will you quench my thirst?
Just one more sip.....