You're having a hard time and lately you don't feel so good;
You're getting a bad reputation in your neighborhood.
It's alright, it's alright;
Sometimes that's what it takes.
You're only human, you're allowed to make your share of mistakes.

Get me a drink, or I'll tell you I love you. I'll wake you up in an hour or two, crooning, all sloppy and maudlin, tell you I love you really. You'd like that, right? Hearing Momma tell you she loves you? Isn't that what you want, deep inside?