Once Too Many - Likely Lads

It looks as if the wind has again change for her

The candle that she lit has been blown out

Her pride isn’t the only thing she swallows on a nightly basis

Her head is filled with doubt

On lonely sunday nights she often wishes that she had someone

When she’s well away from the flashing lights that a friday night provide

She tries to her change her ways but her efforts go to waste

Cos when the weekend comes she’s gagging for a taste

She don’t know where she’s heading but she knows it’s somewhere

She will wake up with no money and a sore head

She’s done this once too many times and had enough

She’d love to start afresh but doesn’t think she could

She always gets around she’s never stationary

Attempts to just say no, never succeeds

She wraps her legs around this sense of comfort that she gets from it

And gets all the attention that she needs