Ideal Standard

Daddy was a drinker
Drank himself right up
You just stood there watching
Didn't know enough
As time went on
You should have been afraid
But instead you felt safe
Cause he became
Your ideal standard

Whiskers brimming over
In your sweeties glass
Though your stomach's turning
You're a devoted lass
As time goes on
You might feel afraid
But for now you feel safe
And you're not to blame
This is your ideal standard

Numbing in your belly
Feels a bit unkind
Now you're feeling woozy
And drowsy all the time
There's your ideal standard
Your ideal standard
And no you're not to blame