The Wine

The Wine

1. No one told me that the wine

Helps you to feel very fine

If you would’ve told me that

I had never jerked the cat

2. Then the wine gets in your head

And you feel like you are dead

Where’s the ceiling, where’s the floor?

Where’s the goddamn fucking door?

3. I’m feeling sick, I drunk wine

Is this hurting head still mine?

I’ll never drink I can swear

‘Cos of me I can’t take care

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