When I was young, and softly shy,
Or apt to brood and think -
I found a braver, bolder guy
Inside a glass of drink.
I drank -
And drank -
And drank, and found
Without a drink or three -
I wasn't fun to be around;
I wasn't really me.
And so I slipped from self-control,
And drank my doubts away -
I'll whisper yes and pay the toll,
When no's so hard to say.