I know it seems you've finally won her over
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That you've taken her from these two arms of mine
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But a taste of your love only makes her thirsty
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And she still comes to me to pour the wine
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She still comes to me when she gets lonely
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When another's love has stopped she turns to mine
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And though she may come to you to set the table
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She still comes to me to pour the wine
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I'm not surprised to see her clutch at your love
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For she's been known to stray from time to time
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But when she's had her fill of milk and honey
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She still comes to me to pour the wine
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She still comes to me...
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She still comes to me to pour the wine
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She Still Comes To Me (to Pour The Wine)
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| Henson Cargill |
