Me and the Bottle

She knocks you off your feet, takes you down,
You swirl and dive and plummet happily.
I am not so satisfyingly bittersweet,
I cannot compete.

And I love you....
And you love the bottle.... the bottle....


She has a curvy shape, a bit like mine,
But oh - that glassy cold exterior,
I'm warm, but she's got fire - consumes you with every taste.
You cannot escape.

And I love you....
And you love the bottle.... the bottle....


And it's killing you, and it's killing me
But you just won't let it be....


She sings the sweetest tune, a siren's song,
Drowns me out, I choke on unheard words.
And like a lover, she sings only to you.
You cannot refuse.

And I love you....
And you love the bottle.... the bottle....




copyright Heather Johnson 2006.