The doctors say i cant drink. But I miss my drunken nights, and i miss love. remember the innocense of our first nights..? when you used to tell me: 'lets make a baby tonight'? But now i look at her, and i can almost see her big belly, carrying my baby. She was the real mother, and not you. but still i miss our drunken nights.and i wonder, what could we have called our baby?