In WIne There's Truth (In Vino Veritas)

Just one glass, but not the bottle
is the love of a beautiful woman
Bitter sweet and lukewarm
is the bed of a wife and her husband

Everytime that I've gone out drinking
Thought she was at home asleep
See I have always trusted in her
but she's never trusted in me

So pour another round of drinks at the table
Gather men of strong constitution
Raise your glass to women
And drink till we find the bottom

The only times that I've ever been happy
Were the times at Happy Hour
You know, I've always trusted in wine
but wine's never trusted in me

Give a man the weakest poison
To purge from him the strongest lie
If there's an ounce of truth in a glass of wine
Then there isn't any in me

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