I had a Vodka Cranberry last night.
It told me I could dance.
When my flailing arms made me look like a joke,
I went and grabbed a Rum and Coke.
The rum said I'd get a special surprise,
if I quickly downed a Tequila Sunrise.
Tequila said I need someone to adore me,
So I found some courage in a Dark 'N' Stormy
The flaming shots promised to make me cool.
After several of them, I skinny dipped in the pool.
What at the time I thought was celebration,
now I can see clearly.
It was alcohol's manipulation.