Yes babe, i've been drinking And i shouldn't come back, i know But i found myself in trouble And i had nowhere else to go Got some whiskey from a bar man Got some cocaine from a friend And i just had to keep on moving 'til i was back in your arms again Guilty Yes i'm guilty, I'll be guilty For the rest of my life How come i never do What i'm supposed to do How come nothing that i do ever turns out right? You know, you know how it is with me You know i just can't stand myself And it takes a whole lot of medicine For me to pretend that i'm somebody else.