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Love is my wine and I drink it by the cup
I swallow my pride when I'm swallowing a gulp
if it spills down the side, i don't go insane
i don't have my wine but I still have the stain
Love is my wine and you can drink it till you're drunk
but you ain't got shit if you ain't got funk
Like the peace to release by the souls of your feet
and you sing a simple song to a simple beat
people ask me why I scream so much
it's just my old friend anger and we keep in touch
I swallow my pride when I'm swallowing a gulp
if it spills down the side, i don't go insane
i don't have my wine but I still have the stain
Love is my wine and you can drink it till you're drunk
but you ain't got shit if you ain't got funk
Like the peace to release by the souls of your feet
and you sing a simple song to a simple beat
people ask me why I scream so much
it's just my old friend anger and we keep in touch
But I haven't lost my temper in the last few months
but I have to admit it's been getting tough
but i respect people & the way they dress
I understand a man has got to express
but what's a gun to a fist? What the hell is this?
on my philosophy goes like this
do it again.....tomorrow
Gibbedy gab gab on the telephone
You're never home- i get the answering machine's
def-tone so I recite a poem
but my bill's so big I'm gonna need a loan
Banker Banker thank you for the money
in-state rate to communicate with my honey
Should be a crime to charge me so much
For me and my baby to reach out and touch
Half this time I've been half awake
I didn't mean to miss your birthday
So i'll bake you a birthday cake
I may not have the table manners that
are expected from your mom & dad and I didn't get around to combing my hair
So I bought me a brand new hat.
but I have to admit it's been getting tough
but i respect people & the way they dress
I understand a man has got to express
but what's a gun to a fist? What the hell is this?
on my philosophy goes like this
do it again.....tomorrow
Gibbedy gab gab on the telephone
You're never home- i get the answering machine's
def-tone so I recite a poem
but my bill's so big I'm gonna need a loan
Banker Banker thank you for the money
in-state rate to communicate with my honey
Should be a crime to charge me so much
For me and my baby to reach out and touch
Half this time I've been half awake
I didn't mean to miss your birthday
So i'll bake you a birthday cake
I may not have the table manners that
are expected from your mom & dad and I didn't get around to combing my hair
So I bought me a brand new hat.
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