We filled up on whisky, we filled up on wine
We filled up on cinnamon hearts
And when we were done, took our tingly tongues
And licked all our favourite parts

And we drank ourselves dry, stoned ourselves high
And wound up in somebody's hedge
Yeah we dosed ourselves close to the edge
And over I don't wanna go, oh no
Said over I don't wanna go

Well you smoke too much and I'm such a lush
Together we're quite the discrace
But you've got that innocent motherly touch
And I've got that rosy-cheeked face
So we filled up on whisky, we filled up on wine
Oh we filled up on cinnamon hearts
And when we were done took our tingly tongues
And licked all our favourite parts

And we drank ourselves dry, stoned ourselves high
And wound up in somebody's hedge
Yeah we dosed ourselves close to the edge
And over I don't wanna go, oh no
Said over I don't wanna go