Pricey Wine
Oh love well it kind of makes me sick
It takes you by the hand then it hits you with a brick
Oh love you’re the reason that I’m burned in bandages again
When will I ever learn?
Too many symptoms and no cure
Our love is stolen never earned
Our ears are deaf our eyes are blurred
And it’s not even our third date
Oh love said I guess it’s pretty great
There’s someone to wakе up
When I stumble home too latе
Oh love you always take me to the same place
Ain’t we got style ain’t we got grace
Ain’t we got big grins on our face
We might be loaded half the time
At least we’re drinking pricey wine
Our love’s divine if you’re into disasters
Just two slaves out searching for a master
Proof that you can take a bitch and bastard
And get something fine
Our love’s divine It just takes some getting used to
Spend the nights crying but it’s good to sing the blues to
Just two hearts that were hardly gently worn
Just two hearts That were broken when they’re born
Ain’t we got style ain’t we got grace
Ain’t we got big grins on our face
We might be loaded half the time
At least we’re drinking pricey wine
Our love’s divine, give it time
Our love’s divine, give it time
Our love’s divine, give it time
Our love’s divine