Guilty

Yeah, baby

Well, I've been drinking

And I shouldn't come by, no

But I found myself in trouble, darling

And I had nowhere else to go

Well, I got some whiskey from the barman

Well, I got some cocaine from my friends

And I gotta keep on, keep on moving, baby

'Til I'm back in your arms again

That's why I'm guilty

Yes, I'm guilty

And I'll be guilty for the rest of my time

Tell me, baby, how come I never do what I'm supposed to do?

And how come everything I try never turns out right?

You know how it is with me, baby

You know I just can't stand myself

And it takes a whole lot of medicine

For me to pretend that I'm somebody else

I guess I'm guilty