I would say i'm sorry if I thought that you would give a shitnBut I know I drank too much and now I'm just too tanked to livenDon't want to chat about itnBlow your advice out your rearnSo I get smashed about itnDrowning my sorrows in beers,causennSkins Don't CrynSKins Don't CrynnI would get down at your feet and beg forgiveness, pleading younBut I fear if I bend down, I'll throw up on your brand new shoesnDon't want to chat about itnBlow your advice out your assnSo I get smashed about itnBartender fill up my glass,causennSkins Don't CrynSkins Don't CrynnI would break a bottle on my head if it would hurt my shamenBut, I say why bother?nIm so loaded I could get you laidnPushed past my limitnOut with the boysnBlew all my chanceanSo I run through the street yelling: Oy! Oy! Oy!nOh I would do most anything to get you back in the sacknBut I just, keep on drinkingnKnocking those budwisers back, causennSkins Don't CrynSkins Don't CrynnSkins Don't Crynn.....I hate her