It Must Have Been The Wine



I drank so much wine last night

My tonsils were starting to float;

I think somebody musta held my nose

And poured it down my throat.

Or maybe it's the lack of sleep

That makes me feel like I'm dyin'

Or maybe it was the greasy pizza,

But I think it was the wine.



I've always been a pacifist

I've been known to run from a fight.

I never hit anybody with a 2 x 4

Until last night.

Maybe my ascendant wasn't properly

In my right sign;

Or maybe there was a full moon

But I think it was the wine.

I've always been careful

Where I bedded down.

Last night I thought I scored an angel

And I woke up with a circus clown.

It might have been love sweet love

That made me so blind

Or it might have been plain old lust

But I think it was the wine.



My Daddy said a couple of beers are OK

But that wine is just no good.

It'll make you do things you shouldn't

And forget the things you should.

Last night I lost my coat, my car, my keys

And I didn't make it home on time.

My baby thinks it's another woman

But I think it was the wine.



from singing of John Paul Drum

@blues @drink

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