Mommy.. don't drinkYou're pushing` me on the swingwhile softly you singabout a little girl made so perfectly.And when you singI know you haven't had a drink,you're not a monster, or lost when you think. But when you drinkyou're not my Mommy anymore..you're a horrible monster until you pass out on the floor.Strange men come barging in through the front door,then you leave with a man into a different roomtelling me to stay in the basement living room.Most of the day I'm all alone.. I get ready for school on my own.When it's cold or rainy, you cannot drive me to class..because you're too hung over from the previous night you got smash