Myself and My Man Are Corrupted By Alcohol and Pot

Drunk is fun, and drunk is funky;
I am quite an alcohol junkie.
Drinking hurricanes makes me feel good;
That's why I have woman's wood.
I used to drink beer, but now I drink Hurricanes;
For, they are good when I'm feeling insane.
I fucking love my alcohol;
It makes me feel so very tall.
Though, it is not healthy to be injested;
It makes me want to be sexually molested.
By my man who's getting high on his pot;
At the same time, knowing a lot of money we haven't got.
I wish my man would drink with me;
But, all it would do is create pee.
Furthermore, I will not smoke his pot;
No matter if he's got a little or a lot.
For it makes me paranoid;
Which is a feeling that is not to be enjoyed.
I do not like the weed so stinky;
I could fit my appreciation for it on my pinky.
But, when sometimes, we are both high and need to connect;
That is a very good time for us to have sex!
My man doesn't like beer because, with his ulcers, it messes;
This is one aspect that he confesses.
He used to drink many white Russians;
It probably filled his head with much percussian.
One can't blame my man, for he has ulcers awful;
So many, that it should be unlawful.
But, we all do the best we can with what we've got;
Even if our lives are as sickening as snot!