Or is it that we get more sensible to them?

Yeah baby, yeah I’ve been drinkin’
And I, I shouldn’t come by, no
But I found myself in trouble
And I had nowhere else to go

Got some whiskey from the barman
I got some cocaine from my friends
I gotta keep on movin’
Til I’m back in your arms again

Guilty, yes I’m guilty
And I’ll be guilty for the rest of my life
How come baby, how come I never do what I’m supposed to do
How come everything I try never turns out right?

You know how it is with me baby
You know I just can’t stand myself
And it takes a whole lot of medicine darling
For me to pretend that I’m somebody else

And before anybody gets worried with the lyrics, I’m doing OK. Not on drugs, not drinking whiskey (but this baijiu is calling my name).