She won't say she loves you, But when she's ready to fall, Give her a pint and she'll tell it all.
All she'll say is maybe, But maybe's just a stall; So give her a pint, and she'll tell it all.
Coaxing won't do no good When she's out of control, But show her a bottle with a three star label And she'll bare her soul.
One drink starts her cryin', Two drinks and she'll start to bawl, So give her a pint, and she'll tell it all.
One drink! and she'll start to quiver, Two drinks! then she'll start to shiver, Three drinks! then she'll start to grumble, Four drinks! then she'll start to mumble, But give her a pint, and she'll tell it all.