When I was small and weak and kind
There were things I'd never agree too.
Not because I was told so but because I never wanted to.
Never wanted to drink, it would make me cruel and poor
Never wanted to smoke, it would turn me to a whore
But now I think, a little sip, just once or twice or more
Would make me relaxed, would help me sleep, would make me want some more
Now I think, when I'm brave, that sex and drugs aren't bad
Instead I think that they get demonetized by people who are mad
Mad because instead of love and fresh clothes to wear,
All they got growing up were parents who didn't care.
And I guess it makes sense for them, and it'll make sense for me too
When instead of sex or drugs, beer will make me think of you
