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 [bad word] 
Four drinks! then she'll start to mumble,
But give her a pint, and she'll tell it all.