This Bottle Of Wine
I down this bottle of wine,I don't know how to feel butI don't mind the buzzAs the night moves slow youlook more and more like someone I couldlove tonightwithout the fuzz
And the feelingsI don't know you've been thereI don't think I can go there again
Don't analyze meThere no apparent link betweenthe day he said he'd leaveand my
Reacurring dreamsand how I just can't sleepunless I've had a drink or five
On these feelingsI don't know if you've been thereI don't think I can go there againOh these feelingsI don't know if you've been therebut I don't think I can go there again
I down this bottle of wine,I don't know how to feel butI don't mind the buzz.