pouring wine

My baby loves her wine It makes her feel right

Red or white it doesn’t matter because it’s All Right

She woke this morning and didn’t feel right

Head pounding, vision blurred, it was a good night

I love my baby but she can’t see

Past her wine consumption it’s a bad scene

Twelve o’clock in the morning and she ready to go

Pop the cork, tilt the bottle and let the wine flow

My baby loves her wine it makes her feel right

Red or white wine doesn’t matter because it’s All Right

I won’t judge her I can’t judge her When it goes to her head

I can’t judge her, I won’t judge her I’ll just put her to bed

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