Bottle of Red Wine Lyrics:(by bonnie bramlett and eric clapton)
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I can’t get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
You hear what I say?
Gonna love you anyway.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.I went to an all-night get together
And everyone I knew was there.
Had the love that would last forever.
Everywhere I looked, I saw you standing there.Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I can’t get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head.
I said get up right now, oh oh.
I said get up right now.
Feel so bad this morning; got a terrible headache in my head.
Do me a favor, baby, do me a favor please.
Please get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up, get up; get your man a big big bottle of red wine.
Wunderbare „Die-Alte-sauf-ich-mir-schön“-Lyrik. Aber wieviel Rotwein braucht es, um Clapton ertragen zu können? Hält das die Leber überhaupt aus?
--
What's a sweetheart like me doing in a dump like this?