Drunken Moxy

I ask the bartender: GIVE ME A DRINK! but something not to harsh... you see I like the taste of something sweet but nothing that looks too dark It was served in a glass; that look like a goblet, and had swirls that a fairy would paint and when I put the straw on my lips and took a few sips, boy what a trip I would make! It made my head purr and my stomach stir, yes what a lovely mistake! But I didn't care, I told my mind dare, and a dare it would surely will take! cause I would just drink, to refill my brink; so the thoughts would just go away... I played with my hair and all my friends stared, if like I had too much to drink But I told in sway: I'M STILL OKAY! as I kept on sipping my queen cup display it felt like my face would not sing but I did not care, I wanted out of my share for you see I was on a strong mission the mission it was, to feel rather numb so I wouldn't feel his lips when I kissed him!