Wine River

Baby's got a strong grip around the neck

of a glass

Baby's a planner, never forgets her book, lipstick

or flask

My baby's a dream, sweet and full of love when the sun's high

But my baby's a nightmare Friday when the fridge is running dry

She thinks I'm drowning and I'm not much of a swimmer

She sees herself at the bottom of a wine coloured river

She thinks she can save herself if she drinks all the liquor

Can't see that I'm her life raft and she's dragging me down with her