reason I hate champagne. Never used to turn it down. You're the only thing I want when one drop hits my mouth. Baby, you're the reason. I quit drinking. We used to be. Dizzy all morning. Hungover, pouring
There's a circle of people. Where I'm no longer welcome. And I'm ashamed to say. That I'm no longer fit I could sober up tomorrow. And face my friends again. But I've got. No reason to quit