| Not so long ago you held our baby’s bottle
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| But the one you’re holding now’s a different kind
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| And you’d never know whose lips you’ll soon be kissin'
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| 'Cause it all depends on who will buy the wine.
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| Whoever sets 'em up and tips the waitress
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| Your kind of love just might as well be blind
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| And you’d never know whose lips you’ll soon be kissin'
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| And it all depends on who will buy the wine.
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| The kind of life you’re livin' since you left me
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| I’m sure is not the life you thought you choosed
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| Your honky tonkin' world is not so flashy
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| Bright lights and booze is all it really knows.
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| Whoever sets 'em up and tips the waitress
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| Your kind of love just might as well be blind
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| You just sit and wait to be somebody’s baby
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| And it all depends on who will buy the wine… |