Toxic Breath

[Verse 1] It's getting late, I have an inkling That you would rather stay out drinking You're a dangerous little pisshead Drinking more than you need to, babe, that ain't no way for a girl to behave Look, even though you're proper fit You kinda put me off because you smell a bit Like a cross between an ashtray and the sofa down the pub Darling, give your tongue a scrub, what? Every weekend, out on the time You only ever stop when it all falls down You can't string a sentence, legs don't work Next day drinks cause your head still hurts Your friend was pissed, you had more than she did Face it, love, you drank more than you needed I've tried reading, you've tried reading Self-help books but they're misleading Please, love, you're getting worse by the day! [Hook 1] Look, you spilt Chardonnay all over you And I still hang around, there's no question you're fit So I still tell myself I'm in love with you But your hair smells of fags and your breath's fucking toxic I'm only telling you truth Your toxic breath's fucking rank And I don't need no proof Cause your sheets smell of gin, and your breath's fucking toxic [Verse 2] I'm worried now that you're addicted Cause you more than binge, you're unrestricted I lay awake in bed at night Thinking about your liver and it makes me shiver I look at your smile and remember why You're the sweet apple of my eye If you carry on drinking, sinking into Copious amounts of spirits, liquour Lager, cider, you'll get wider And when you die, your mum will cry I'll be right there, sat beside her Tryna hide her from the awful truth That her daughter was a fucking alky! [Hook 2] Look, you spilt Chardonnay all over you And I still hang around, there's no question you're fit So I still tell myself I'm in love with you But your hair smells of fags and your breath's fucking toxic Look at when we have sex (and that ain't that often) It smells like I'm in a brewery I don't know where we go next Cause your sheets smell of gin, and your breath's fucking toxic [Verse 3] Monday night's just a bottle of Pinot Tuesday, yet more bottles of Vino Wednesday night, and you take a night off Thursday, you're back on the Smirnoff Friday night is the cocktail menu Saturday you're getting thrown out the venue Sunday, you lay comatose Wouldn't be surprised if you overdose Nah, not at all Cause you're a liability, yo [Hook 3] Look, I spilt Pinot G all over me And I still hang around, there's no question you're fit So I still tell myself I'm in love with you But your hair smells of fags and your breath's fucking toxic Look, you spilt Chardonnay all over you And I still hang around, there's no question you're fit So I still tell myself I'm in love with you But your hair smells of fags and your breath's fucking toxic