Twelve shots in I fell down and threw up on myself.
Thought I could make it to last call, I never doubted myself.
You know, I'd rather be drinking alone than somewhere else.
AHHHHH Stella, I hope you feel better, better now you're by yourself.
Slept outside last night, I passed out where I fell.
Under the stairs anytime I am found, cooking up to lines to sell.
You know I'd rather be sleeping alone than somewhere else.
AHHHHH Stella, I hope you feel better no you are someone else