Lost

By David Allan Coe
SHE’S JUST A TEAR I USED TO CRY
LONG BEFORE WE SAID GOOD BYE
NOW SHE’S JUST A LADY THAT I USED TO KNOW
WHEN THE BOTTLE TOOK HER PLACE
SHE WAS A MIRROR I HAD TO FACE
AND A DREAM I DARED TO DREAM SOME TIME AGO
I LOST HER EYES TO A WHOLE BUNCH OF PENA COLADAS
AFTER A FEW MARGARITAS I TOOK ALL THE BLAME
FOR DRINKING MANHATTANS AT TREE IN THE MORNING I LOST HER
BETWEEN THE VODKA AND GIN AND THE BEER AND CHAMPAGNE
I LOST HER LIPS LATE ONE NIGHT ON A STRAWBERRY DAIQUIRI
JACK DANIELS, WHISKEY AND RUM COULDN’T HELP ME THAT TIME
I LOST HER ARMS AND HER HANDS TO A GLASS OF TEQUILA
I LOST HER HEART AND HER SOUL TO A BOTTLE OF WINE
I LOST A BET THAT OUR LOVE WOULD LAST FOREVER
SLOE GIN AND TONIC WAS MAKING MY HEART HARD TO FIND
WITH TWO BLOODY MARY’S I RAN OUT OF VODKA THIS MORNING
LOSING MY CHANCES OF DRINKING HER OFF OF MY MIND