A Woman Who Drinks

I could fall in love with a woman who drinks
Not in moderation, no, but ‘til she’s fallin’, stinkin’
Crawlin’ backwards down the stairs
To leave her messes in the sink
I could fall in love with a woman who drinks

I could fall in love with a woman with no car
One who’s lost her driving privilege due to leaving countless bars
With countless rounds for countless strangers on her MasterCard
I could fall in love with a woman who drinks

I could see her in a white dress
In a doorway in the rain
With her hair stuck to her forehead
Laughing, crying, trying to explain
As the smoke coils from her cigarette
Like water up a drain that leads to heaven

I could fall in love with a woman who drinks
Who wakes up every morning like she’s just back from the brink
Of someplace that I can nearly glimpse, but only she can see
I could fall in love with a woman who drinks

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