Mathilde Santing Guilty
Yes, baby, I’ve been drinking
and I shouldn’t come by
I shouldn’t, I know
but I found myself in trouble
and I have nowhere else to go
Got some whiskey from the barman
got some cocaine from a friend
And I just had to keep on movin’
‘til I was back in your arms again
Guilty, baby I’m guilty
and I’ll be guilty all the rest of my life
How come I never do
what I’m supposed to do?
How come nothin’ that I try to do
ever turns out right?
You know
you know how it is with me baby
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