Paraphrase The whiskey on your breath. Could make a little child dizzy. I hung on like my life depended on it. That was not easy. We danced until the pans fell and made a loud noise. My mothers facial expression could not stop smiling. Fathers hand held my wrist, it was broken on one knuckle. Every time he missed a step I scraped his belt buckle. You hit my head with your watch, with a dirty hand. Then brought me off to bed, still holding onto you.