I’ll raise a drink to the messiah

That you swore never came

And another to the baby

That you’ve just barely given a name

And I’ve never known what happiness is

But I love it when you hold me in your arms

After a while if I get quite drunk

Will you give me a ride home?

Or have we moved past the point,

Where you cared about my safety

So, you’ll let me stumble home

Fall into the bed of anyone

That’s offering warmth and sympathy

But that’s not very likely

I can’t give my warmth away

Not for love or money