Wine Stains on the Curtain

Perhaps I have spoken out of turn
Did I offend you sweetheart?
I assure you that wasn’t my intention
I merely asked for your name

Now there’s wine stains on the curtain
Wine stains on the curtain
Wine stains on the curtain
but I wasn’t quick enough

With the grace of an angel
I didn’t want to mourn your celebration
Yes sweetie, it is my fault enitrely
I achieved this with a sardonic tone

Now there’s wine stains on the curtain
Wine stains on the curtain
Wine stains on the curtain
now my suit is ruined

Perhaps I have spoken out of turn
I’ll excuse myself before you do
I’ll sit alone in the corner
and wait for your scorn

Now there’s wine stains on the curtain
Wine stains on the curtain
Wine stains on the curtain
but I wasn’t quick enough

Now there’s wine stains on the curtain
Wine stains on the curtain
Wine stains on the curtain
now my suit is ruined

The End

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