(A Roxy Freestyle)

You're being too naive, my dear
Don't worry for there's nothing to fear
The Chardenay's gone to your head
Forget her now; just sleep instead

Oh, darling, I don't know what to do!
Perhaps I should take up the bottle like you?
Then, maybe, with a glass of Marlot,
This silly boy will leave me alone!

Though its been said throughout our time
You simply are just not my kind
By chance if you'd been Daniel or Jack
The feelings would be reciprocated back?

So down them all, love: one, two, three
And see how fun this life could be
Morgan, Bud, and Miller might
Just drown your sorrows for tonight