Yes babe, I've been drinking   And I shouldn't come back, I know   But I found myself in trouble   and I had nowhere else to go      Got some whiskey from a bar man   Got some cocaine from a friend   And I just had to keep on moving   'til I was back in your arms again      Guilty   Yes I'm guilty,    I'll be guilty    for the rest of my life   How come I never do   what I'm supposed to do   How come nothing that I do ever turns out right?      You know, you know how it is with me   you know I just can't stand myself   And it takes a whole lot of medicine   for me to pretend that I'm somebody else.