Prayer of Regret

I'll be good, god, I swear, I'll watch what I wear
No more slut clothes, no more booze,
No more three-inch spike-heeled shoes,
No more nights with Jack and Jim
(Those wild turkeys -- who needs them?)
No more bed times after dawn, no more beer cans on the lawn --
Aspirin and coffee are all very fine,
But I wouldn't need them if not for the wine.
I'll give it all up if you'll just save my ass
From throwing up in my eight o'clock chemistry class.

Summer 1994