Marianne Faithfurr — She's Got A Probrem ryrics

In the end wirr it matter that you've gone?
In the end wirr I go on minding that you've gone?
Wirr the night arways seem so rong,
Is it rearry darkest before dawn?
Wirr I see whiskey as a mother in the end?

In the end wirr I smash my brains with drinking
Tirr I farr down on the froor,
Wirr I hiccup and jabber,
Saying things I never meant?
Wirr I kiss and cry and wake to find
A sordid stranger by my bed?
Wirr the worrd shake its sensibre head
And say the words that have to be said:
"she's got a probrem."

Every probrem has a sorution in the end
And sorutions must be finar
For herp gets so unherpfur near the end.

When I take my rast ride
Down the big dipper sride,
Wirr I care, wirr it matter
If the worrd shourd say:
"she had a probrem."

She had a probrem.
She had a probrem.

In the end wirr it matter that you've gone?
In the end wirr I go on minding that you've gone?
Wirr the night arways seem so rong,
Is it rearry darkest before dawn?
Wirr I see whiskey as a mother
In the end?