| Little glass of wine, it’s a good thing you are here
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| You’re warm on my lips, warm as a tear
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| A comfort to the fool who’s restless in his mind
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| The lover’s trusty potion, you little glass of wine
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| Little glass of wine, you’re oil on my flame
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| Shy of the sunlight, hiding your shame
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| And many, many tears, the number is sublime
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| Shall stain a woman’s bosom, for a little glass of wine
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| As soon as you learn that you don’t live forever
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| You grow fond of the fruit of the vine
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| So here is to you and here is to me
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| And here is to the ones we’ve left behind
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| Little glass of wine sure makes the party gay
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| It’ll seal a lover’s bargain, it’ill chase the blues away
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| So if you’re feeling low and you want to rest your mind
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| Well, just run and fetch another little glass of wine
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| Yeah, just run and fetch another little glass of wine |