I met her in a restaurant car
She'd just returned from the public bar
And she was off her head on gin and tonic
She looked at me that kind of way
That left me with no words to say
Except that she looked like an alcoholic
Her nose was red, her eyes were sunk
She staggered round a little drunk
And trembled as she tried to pick me up
It's only then I realised
That I too was quite paralyzed
And lying on the floor with an empty cup
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