«It makes you blind, it does you in
It makes you think you're pretty tough
It makes you prone to crime and sin
It makes you say things off the cuff
It's very small and made of glass
and grossly overadvertised
It turns a genius into an ass
and makes a fool think that he is wise
It could make you regret your birth
Or turn cartwheels in your best suit
It cost a lot more than it is worth
And yet there is no substitute
They keep it on a higher shelf
The older and more pure it grows
It has no color in itself
But it can make you see rainbows
You can find it on the Bowery
Or you can find it at Elaine's
It makes your words more flowery
It makes the sun shine, makes it rain
And they never put in enough
Love is like a bottle of gin
But a bottle of gin is not like love.»
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