It makes you blind, it does you in   It makes you think you're pretty tough   It makes you prone to crime and sin   It makes you say things off the cuff   It's very small and made of glass   and grossly over-advertised   It turns a genius into an ass   and makes a fool think he is wise   It could make you regret your birth   or turn cartwheels in your best suit   It costs a lot more than it's worth   and yet there is no substitute   They keep it on a higher shelf   the older and more pure it grows   It has no color in itself   but it can make you see rainbows   You can find it on the Bowery   or you can find it at Elaine's    It makes your words more flowery   It makes the sun shine, makes it rain   You just get out what they put in   and they never put in enough   Love is like a bottle of gin   but a bottle of gin is not like love