It makes you blind, it does you in It makes you think you're pretty tough It makes you prone to crime and sin It makes you say thing off the cuff It's very small and made of gla** and grossly over-advertised It turns a genius into an a** and makes a fool think he is wise It could make you regret your birth or turn cartwheels in your best suit It costs a lot more than it's worth and yet there is no substitute They keep it on a higher shelf the older and more pure it grows It has no color in itself but it can make you see rainbows You can find it at the Bowery or you can find it at Elaine's It makes your words more flowery It makes the sun shine, makes it rain You just get what they put in and they never put in enough Love is like a bottle of gin but a bottle of gin is not like love