Four Cups of Wine
Four cups of wine
Fruit of the vine
Sounds like a mighty fine time
Truth be told, it's drunk late at night
with kids up and cranky
It's not my idea of a delight
Many heads will be spinning
for hours on end
And then the very next night ~
It's the same thing again
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