Drink, Little Girl

Maybe I should pray

And maybe I should say

That no one's really here

That Christmas is too near

Thoughts keep bleeding without arranging

Please read flowing the only book I say

So drink, drink, little girl

Drink, drink, little girl

Cause then you're fine

And then you're mine

Damn our open minds

He listens and so he finds

That no one is really gone

That beer is strong