Ode to Wine

My baby loves her wine It makes her feel right

Red or white it doesn’t matter because it’s all right

When she woke up this morning she didn't feel right

Her head was pounding, vision blurred, It was a long 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’s ready to go

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

She loves her wine It makes her feel right

Red or white it doesn’t matter because it’s all right

I love my baby but she can’t see

Wine for breakfast is a bad thing