Wednesday evening at five o'clock when her night begins
Eagerly opens the nightclub door
Slamming 5 beers she decides to drink more

She goes down-stairs to the bathroom, clutches the toilet rim
Jello shots, dark beer are taking their toll
Carefully placing her face in the bowl-

She
(She's hurling, groaning out loud)
Is heaving
(Breakfast, lunch, everything chow'd)
Foam
(She feels as though she is going to die)

She's heaving foam
Now they're taking her home
Had too many beers

Late that evening she's up but can't recall where she's been
Pile of vomit is lying there
Can't seem to locate her lost underwear

She runs down-stairs to the bathroom, sickness returning now
Cold sweat beginning to cover her skin
No way to stop it, the world starts to spin-

She
(She wishes she could abstain)
Is heaving
(from killing cells in her brain)
Foam
(And screwing anyone who takes her home)

She's heaving foam
And some dude took her home
For an easy score

Back at last she lies down hoping the worst has passed
Thinking some food may improve how she feels
The porcelain god calling for her to kneel

She chows down everything hoping maybe to hold it in
Violent spasms resuming, of coarse
Thrusting it out with a frightening force

She
(She swears to never again)
Is heaving
(binge drink and try to obtain)
Foam
(pleasure from liquor, dark beer and cheap wine)
(Why, Why???)
She's heaving foam
(Why, Why???)