This Bottle Of Wine — MARIA MENA

I down this bottle of wine, I don't know how to feel but I don't mind the buzz As the night moves slow you look more and more like someone I could love tonight without the fuzz

And the feelings I don't know you've been there I don't think I can go there again

Don't analyze me There no apparent link between the day he said he'd leave and my

Reacurring dreams and how I just can't sleep unless I've had a drink or five

On these feelings I don't know if you've been there I don't think I can go there again Oh these feelings I don't know if you've been there but I don't think I can go there again

I down this bottle of wine, I don't know how to feel but I don't mind the buzz.