Drunk

In a cell so dreary
In the dark of night as I grew weary
I heard a whisper
Softly gently she says mister

I tried to find
This voice so kind
But when I try to turn
My body begins to burn

And out of the dark I hear a shriek
And my body grows weak
Then there she was
In my site just a little fuzz

But as she neared
It was as I feared
I had drank to much beer
And it was just my wife who drew near

The shriek was from a fight
At the end of the night
And the cell was the bathroom
As it seems I started to drink way too soon