A sip, you say? A sip? A sip?
For breaking up with that old shit,
Who never let you go around,
Feeling youthful in the town?
A glass of wine, a glass, a glass?
To celebrate that exam pass
You worked your arse off to acquire,
And rightful lights your pride on fire?
A bottle you say, a bottle only?
When you no longer do feel lonely?
Though you’re clad in dress and heel,
To celebrate that new sales deal?
A water, are you kidding me?
You’ll truly drink that cup of tea?
We’re in our thirties are we not,
Or laying in our graves to rot?
A gin and tonic, surely yes?
Or from your youth do you digress?
For we are young still, yes, not old?
There’s rampant stories be told.
A cup of coffee, did you say?
My God this is a boring day,
Why don’t you sing and dance and whirl,
I thought you were a Scottish girl!