Had a lot of it
Had you all neat
Never mixed an else
And nothing to eat 

Then I felt tipsy
Knew it was risky
Suddenly u wanted to
Lead a life of a gypsy 

Slept for really long
Humming a sad song
It won’t matter to you
My head feels a throb 

I have a hangover
Over my own lover
Wonder how you keep
Yourself all sober 

Shall I have more of you?
Simply to get over you
Or add a dash of lime
Like you and be untrue  

See I’m still tipsy
Everything now seems risky
How do I leave you
To lead a life of a gypsy...

Rakshita Verma