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Water With the Wine

Joan Armatrading

Met him on a Monday 
And he said he loved me so 
Walked me to my door 
Before I knew it to my living room

I thought there was no need for worry 
When he took me in his arms 
Drank some whisky 
Hung his coat upon the stand

That's when the music started 
I heard the light switch click 
I stumbled on a lost shoe 
The fever's starting

This man was getting hot 
I got no strength to make him stop 
I guess it's too late 
But I'll know next time 
To mix some water with the wine

The sun came pouring in at five 
Upon my face 
I felt the taste of last night's love 
Upon my lips 
I wasn't sure if I had dreamt it 
Or had not 
But there across the pillow was the face 
I had forgot

That's when he said he loved me 
Could be the truth this time 
He put his arms about me 
Fever's starting

This man was getting hot 
I got no strength to make him stop 
I guess it's too late 
But I'll know next time 
To mix some water with the wine