He loves drinking but he's no good at it
And when you're with him
We both know what happens
By the time I see it on his face, I'm already too late
And I'm left here cleaning up the mess you've made
You ain't no angel on his shoulder
You're just a ghost that creeps in from the past
Pulling those skeletons out of his closet
Only the devil could have a hold on him like that
You ain't no gentleman, Jack
By the first round, he starts slipping
A couple more down, and he's got no limits
His quiet voice starts getting loud, them fighting words come pouring out
He's just a puppet on your string, oh you're the only one to blame
You ain't no angel on his shoulder
You're just a ghost that creeps in from the past
Pulling those skeletons out of his closet
Only the devil could have a hold on him like that
All wrapped up in your pretty silver label
From the second that his lips hit the glass
You turn the man that I love into a stranger
And he'll have to give you up if he ever wants me back
Only the devil could have a hold on him like that
You ain't no gentleman, Jack
He loves drinking but he's no good at it
And when you're with him
We both know what happens