Chris Kirby - Table Wine

Show me with your hands
Help me get my tie on right
You're giving me a feeling
We're gon' get a little crazy tonight

Another friend got married
Feel the love, it's in the air
They haven't even cut the cake yet
You're on your third glass
And I lost count of mine, I don't care

You-hoo-hoo-ooh-ooh and I
Getting drunk on table wine
You-hoo-hoo-ooh-ooh and I
We get drunk on table wine

Whatcha doin' baby?
You know it ain't my birthday, oh no
But you make me feel so special, yeah
When you bite my bottom lip that way

I can't choose one from the million ways
I want to love you now
And I can't dance baby, oh no
But you got my hips moving somehow

You-hoo-hoo-ooh-ooh and I
Getting drunk on table wine
You-hoo-hoo-ooh-ooh and I
We get drunk on table wine

Shiraz, shiraz
We drink a little faster when it's free
Now you gonna
Get it all over your dress
You gonna get it all over me

You-hoo-hoo-ooh-ooh and I
You-hoo-hoo-ooh-ooh and I

You-hoo-hoo-ooh-ooh and I
Getting drunk on table wine
You-hoo-hoo-ooh-ooh and I
We get drunk on table wine
You-hoo-hoo-ooh-ooh and I
Getting drunk on table wine
You-hoo-hoo-ooh-ooh and I
We get drunk on table wine

Written by:
Amelie Sampson, Christopher Kirby, Gordie Sampson, Keith Mullins, Victoria Howse

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