This is the bar I come to when I drink This is my gla** Covered with fingerprints Now I don't get rowdy Go causing streets fights But I've been known to sing show tunes Under the street lights When I drink, it's about you, I think You like the moon, could drive a woman mad You drove me this place And now they're calling me a cab Because all the pretty faces are starting to blur I must look like the happiest girl in the world When I drink, it's about you I think Every bar room love, ends like it begins: Over drinks, one or two, too many rounds Not much at all, a few inches of liquid That's all it takes for a person to drown Sometime last week, sobriety on loan I vowed I wouldn't write you And I swore I'd never phone Now I'd like to call you and check you're all right But I don't know where you are spending your nights When I drink, it's about you, I think When I drink, it's about you, I think