Literature
I Love You 'Til I'm Sober
I Love You 'Til I'm Sober
accolade to ugly girls
Oh baby, all the Irish roses growin' in the glen
Seem withered in your shadow, and where'er your bed has been
No other goes but sleepless, for that hallowed place is bright
As sunlit streams in springtime in the middle of the night.
I love you when the smell of whiskey lingers on my breath.
For you, I'd face an army, I'd be shot or starve to death.
Long as the kegs are corkless and the beer foams to the brim,
I'll stand up for your honor, cater to your every whim.
Oh darling, you're a goddess with a halo on your brow.
I see myself as blessed if my affection you allow.
My saintess,