Yes babe I've been drinkin' And I shouldn't come back, I know But I Found myself in trouble And I have Nowhere else, to go Got some whiskey From the barman Got some cocaine From a friend And I just Had to keep on moving Til' I was back in your arms again Guilty Yes I'm, guilty I'll be guilty For the rest of my life How come I never do What I'm supposed to do How come nothing, that I do, ever turns out right? You know You know how it is with me You know I can't stand myself And it takes a whole lot of medicine For me to pretend that I'm somebody else.