Red Wine Part 2
Red wine part 2
It trickles and swirls
around my worn out mug
Tattoes and tears so
they think I'm a thug
Really though everyday I grow
And I'd like to say that but no
The red wine just flows
The cup gets empty quick
these days
For real crime it doesn't pay
Do say what you say
I was raised this way
So the cup fills once more
Red wine in this blue container
Bed seems like sweet dreamers
Had to find and gather
So I wake and fill her
Until it goes
These are Red wine kinda dayz...
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