Poison

People gazed, and people said:
"it looked so beautiful, when you two danced!
Oh, it was magical, we all could tell,
he really loves you, too ... in his own way!"

Yes, that is right,
all this is true,
but it's not magic,
no, it's just the booze.
Whisky brings out the "love" in him,
a "love" that, when he's sober,
he cannot feel.

I was all new to this "spirits" thing,
I just did not know, 'cause I never used to drink.
I wondered, how a bond that seemed so strong
when we were together ... be suddenly gone?

Well, it's quite simple, NOTHING is real!
It's only the alcohol that he feels.
I had to learn all this the hardest way:
his love disappeared
came the light of day.

It's quite confusing
and awfully cruel,
you feel like an idiot,
a gawd-damn fool,
when the love that you feel for him
was never the drugs,
but in fact the real thing.

Yes, it is sad,
but sadly it's true:
there is no magic,
there is only booze.
Whisky brings out his "love" for me,
a love that, when he's sober,
he never feels.