CHORUS:
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, then I don't go insane
I don't have my wine but I still got the stain
Love is my wine and you can drink it till you're drunk
You ain't got s*** if you ain't got funk
Like the peace to release by the souls of your feet
You sing a simple song to a simple beat
People ask me why I scream so much
I say it's my old friend anger and we keep in touch
But I haven't lost my temper in the last few months
And I have to admit it's been getting tough
But I respect people for the way that they dress
I understand a man has got to express
But what's a gun to a fist? What the hell is this?
My philosophy goes like this
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
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, then I don't go insane
I don't have my wine but I still got the stain
Love is my wine and you can drink it till you're drunk
You ain't got s*** if you ain't got funk
Like the peace to release by the souls of your feet
You sing a simple song to a simple beat
People ask me why I scream so much
I say it's my old friend anger and we keep in touch
But I haven't lost my temper in the last few months
And I have to admit it's been getting tough
But I respect people for the way that they dress
I understand a man has got to express
But what's a gun to a fist? What the hell is this?
My philosophy goes like this
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS