The Dirty Glass

Murphy, Murphy, darling dear
I long for you now night and day
Your pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy
I fear now I've lost you to health and good cheer

Darcy, when I met you I was 5 years too young
A boy beyond his age or so I'd tell someone
Anyone who'd listen and a few who couldn't care

Darcy, Darcy, darling dear
You left me dying, crying there
In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear

You shut me off then you showed me the door
But you always came crawling back, begging me for more
I showed you kindness, a stool, and a tab
Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass

Yeah, you left him bloody, battered, penniless, and poor
You know I often stopped to wonder how he made through my door
With my brother's new non-duplicate registry I.D.
Well, you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me

Darcy, Darcy, darling dear
You left me dying, crying there
In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear

You weren't the first to court me, mister, you won't be the last
Oh, I'm sure I wasn't, honey, I know all about your past
Well listen to the big shot with his pager on call
You spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall

Yeah, you got him high but you left him low
Mind your own business, boy, how was I to know
That he was just a fiend and a no-good cheat
Well, that's all in the past, bitch, because now I got it beat

Darcy, Darcy, darling dear
You left me dying, crying there
In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear