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