Fine wine

She stumbled out of bed with tangles in her hair, and she said...
I think you'd better go now.
And struggled with the idea of what she'd say, or tell him at all,
About the night before last.

Love's a fine wine, bitter sweet and oh so good.
Everyone's angry when it's gone.
And your friends, they tell you man, you've had too much, you better slow down,
But you think you're doing fine.

She picks up the phone, then quickly puts it down.
How could she ever call him now?
She'd seen him pass her by and quickly look away.
Oh she knew it was over now.

And it's all been down before...you.
You're not the only one crying now...keep on crying.
Yeah, and well now you know that...

Love's a fine wine, bitter sweet and oh so good.
Everyone's angry when it's gone.
Your friends, they tell you man, you've had too much, you better slow down,
But you think you're doing fine.

Well it's cold outside, oh.
She's looking for him, but he's not around.
She never said...goodbye.

Never said goodbye, no.
Never said goodbye, no.
You never said it...yeah and well now you know that...

Love's a fine wine, bitter sweet and oh so good.
Everyone's angry when it's gone.
Your friends, they tell you man, you've had too much, you better slow down...
But you think you're doing fine.