Wine is just my favourite thing particularly red
The first glass slides down easily and goes straight to my head
The second one more slowly drunk more velvety the taste
By now the dinner on the stove is bound to go to waste

For once the bottle's opened it begs to be consumed
And by the third I couldn't care about the dinner ruined
Husband coming home from work can go and take a hike
By now I'm on the fourth glass and I'll do what 'er I like

"I'm working on my art dear" is something I might say
Reply comes fast and sharp dear "but where's your take home pay?"
The best line of defence they say is always to attack
But I hear my name being called so loud from a Merlot in the rack

It only seems like minutes since I had the first few sips
But once my toe swirls in this pool I can't just take a dip
I have to swim for all my life to reach the other side
And when I do I start again its ugliness to hide