Instead of drinking absinthe
I wish I’d practiced abstinence
Absinthe passed through my lips
You followed suit, more than just the tip
I was butter and you were the knife
Wish I could take back that night
Spread out like jam on toast
On a Manhattan mattress, we did the most
It got so hot, we were the roast
But I was the one who got burned
Absinthe, you brought on sweat, blood and tears
Abstinence, you would have spared me much fear
Absinthe, why’d you help me undress?
Abstinence, you would have prevented stress
Absinthe, you never delivered that green fairy
Abstinence, your fruit is sweeter than the ripest berry
Absinthe, under your tutelage I’ve grown wary
Now I practice abstinence
From every Tom, Dick and Harry
and all the other men who didn’t have my best interest at heart-
You protested loudly when I told you we had to part.
You don’t have to understand
You just have to know that you’re not my man.