The Dirty Glass

Murphy, Murphy darling dear I long for you now night and day
Your pain was my pleasure your sorrow my joy
I fear now I’ve lost you to health and good cheer

Darcy when I met you I was 5 years too young, a boy beyond his age or so I’d tell someone
Anyone who’d listen and a few who couldn’t care still
I welcomed you with open arms my love I did share

Darcy, Darcy darlin’ dear you left dying, crying there in whiskey
Gin and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear

You shut me off then you showed me the door
But you always came crawlin’ back beggin’ me for more
I showed you kindness a stool and a tab
Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass
Yeah you left him bloody battered penniless and poor
You know I often stopped to wonder how he made through my door
With my brothers new non-duplicate registry I.D.
Well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me

Darcy Darcy darlin’ dear you left me dying crying there in whiskey
Gin and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear

You weren’t the first to court me mister you won’t be the last
Oh I’m sure I wasn’t honey I know all about your past
Well listen to the big shot with his pager on call
You spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall
Yeah, you got him high but you left him low
Mind your own business boy how was I to know that he was just a fiend and a no good cheat
Well that’s all in the past bitch cause now I got it beat