AaronChapman
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Any insight on these lyrics I'm writing. What style of music do you think the song should be? I'm feeling a mixture of blues and jazz elements. Lyrics are below.
You're a fine glass of wine. Oh, but you taste so sweet.
You're a tall glass of sorrow. Oh, but you taste so sweet.
And if I wasn't always drinking, I might know, how you poison me so. How you poison me so.
Chorus:
A sip here and there leaves me shaking at the knees.
When the glass is all empty I feel guilty for the need.
You wash away, wash away, wash away the care.
And by such cavalier, I've learnt only to despair.
Cause you're a
Fine glass of wine. Oh, but you taste so sweet.
You're a tall glass of sorrow. Oh, but you taste so sweet.
And if I wasn't always drinking, I might know how you poison me so. How you poison me so.
Chorus:
Cause a sip here and there leaves me shaking at the knees.
When the glass is all empty I feel guilty for the need.
You wash away, wash away, wash away the care.
And by such cavalier, I've learnt only to despair.
Cause you're a fine glass of wine to me, the most expensive wine there is. An expensive glass of sorrow, something that I should never miss.
But, if there's one thing I know for certain from such a mystery. It's that when I'm finally feeling happy, you're nowhere to be seen.
You're a fine glass of wine. Oh, but you taste so sweet.
You're a tall glass of sorrow. Oh, but you taste so sweet.
And if I wasn't always drinking, I might know, how you poison me so. How you poison me so.
Chorus:
A sip here and there leaves me shaking at the knees.
When the glass is all empty I feel guilty for the need.
You wash away, wash away, wash away the care.
And by such cavalier, I've learnt only to despair.
Cause you're a
Fine glass of wine. Oh, but you taste so sweet.
You're a tall glass of sorrow. Oh, but you taste so sweet.
And if I wasn't always drinking, I might know how you poison me so. How you poison me so.
Chorus:
Cause a sip here and there leaves me shaking at the knees.
When the glass is all empty I feel guilty for the need.
You wash away, wash away, wash away the care.
And by such cavalier, I've learnt only to despair.
Cause you're a fine glass of wine to me, the most expensive wine there is. An expensive glass of sorrow, something that I should never miss.
But, if there's one thing I know for certain from such a mystery. It's that when I'm finally feeling happy, you're nowhere to be seen.