Well she stumbled into my life, with a bottle in her hand. And when she spilt it all over my jeans, I fell to her command. Oh! I wanted to make her mine, though she could hardly stand, Take care of her mess, and mix her drinks, begin to understand. Then one morning I woke up beside her, and she was lying in our bed. And as the thoughts of our future together, assembled in my head. Oh! I wanted to make her mine, but my dreams did not come true, As she slowly came round, and looked At me and said "Who the hell are you?". Every time I see her she's falling all over the place. It's been six weeks now since she moved in, though I've only seen her twice. And I love the way she ignores me, and never says good-bye. Oh! I wanted to make her mine, but I was living a fantasy, If I had one wish, she would sober up, And fall in love with me. Well she staggered out of my life, with my wallet in her bag. I could not stop her, she left me a tired and broken man. So I finished off the wine, and the few remaining cans. And as they went to my head, I got the effect, began to understand.