Ballad of a Drunken Lady

She drowns herself in pints and quarts And finds solace in liquor bottles She uses it to mend her broken hearts Though she stumbles and topples She decides her fate with alcohol And speaks through sealed lips And harshness bounces off her breath like a wall After she has had a few sips But dear God bless the tongue of the drunken Lady, gentleman or naïve child Blinded by the bliss of wild desires, Wasted away like rubbish beguiled.