The hymn for alcohol

Don't stop me on the rum
Just because it makes me numb
Stop 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 your 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
You know I love you

Six months since you left
You must be truly blessed,
'Cause you look no less pretty
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
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
You know I love you

Don't stop me on the rum
Just because it makes me numb
Stop 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