Love Is In A Fine Wine

I might be a little tipsy And you're really pretty But do you remember when we first Fell in love?

I can't right now Don't remind me I'm mad at you for something Though now I'm not sure what

You're delicious like this wine Good for my heart Somehow bad for my liver And turn my brain counter clockwise

Don't kiss my neck It's passion I'm awash with Any more and I'll explode And I'm mad at you for something

I might be a little drunk