Wish I had a bottle of you,
I'd take my time with it.
I wouldnt share,
you can find me hiding in a closet.
Glowing with joy,
oh boy, oh boy.
I get to taste,
and none will go to waste.
Here's my first swallow,
oh, does it taste so good.
I think I will follow,
it with another sip or two.
Im savoring the flavor,
rolling it around inside.
I find the aroma,
knocks me off my feet.
I think Im getting drunk,
they seem to call it love.
Im making this bottle last,
Im hiding it in the trunk.
I'm throwing away the key,
so no one will get it before me.
Im guarding my bottle,
along with my heart.
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