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I'm never gonna drink again, |
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At least not with the finer men. |
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At a celebration, |
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Offering libations, |
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From the Appalachian, |
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I couldn't resist, |
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One little kiss. |
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But now the Bacchic thrill is gone, |
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I didn't mean to lead you on, |
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My heart was not the one behind |
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This amatory crime, |
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No champagne does it every time. |
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I'm singular and most off key, |
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When bubbles get ahold of me, |
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Taking the equation, |
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Of the fermentation, |
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And the cool persuasion, |
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I've got no hope, |
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I'm such a dope. |
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In wine historiography, |
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You'll find me under fancy-free, |
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I can't be held accountable, |
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My word's not worth a dime, |
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When champagne does it everytime, |
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Oh yeah, well when champagne does it, |
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Uuhh, bubbles do it, |
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When champagne does it every time. |
