Boy’s passed out on the floor again
Baby can’t figure what’s wrong with him
The money he had can’t do no harm
‘Cause whatever he had went into his arm
Oh, this can’t go on

Half an hour later she hears the doorbell ring
Inbetween the orders of the basement king
She thinks about leaving as the latch does slide
Without another thought she goes, kicks the night
Oh, this can’t go on

Baby stay up, don’t you go to bed
Because soon he’s gonna find out what you did
You got no money but you took his car
Whatever’s in the tank babe, you better get far

Boy wakes up with his face in the trash
First thought’s getting back to his stash
He notices the keys missing from the drawer
The windows shake as he breaks the floor
He says, “Oh, this can’t go on”

Baby stay up, don’t you go to bed
Because soon he’s gonna find out what you did
You got no money but you took his car
Whatever’s in the tank babe, you better get far

Baby said, “It’s gonna take a bottle of gin
to get me back into the right with him”
Baby said, “It’s gonna take a lot of sin
to get me back into the right with him”

Baby said, “I’m gonna be alright this time”
She said, “I don’t even think of him anymore”

She’s got nothing to do, nowhere to hide
She says, “He’s not in my mind these days”

Baby’s lost all her sins
She says, “I don’t need no more fucking gin anyway”