you've done it once again, as I have not said
torn my heart to shreds, left me drunken in my bed
waiting for you, waiting for you
no I'm not civilized, I've got no sense of timing
I speak when I ought to be silent,
and speech is an insult to quiet
and yes I am a drunken whore,
crawling back for more, for more
waiting for you, waiting for you
and yes I am a liar since I have been sober
on the wagon, my dear, it is harder to hear,
and wine loosens the tongue
so I'll tell you what I really think
as soon as I finish this drink, this drink
what is her name? fierce and untamed
while I traffic in lies, a master of disguise
and yes I am a drunken whore,
but I can't take much more, much more
waiting for you, waiting for you
to be finished and through with that no-good
stinking whore
and come back for more, for more
and come back for more