She Makes Three
I left my husband
Holding my wine glass
I said, I left my husband
Holding my wine glass
It was empty when I came back
Nothing but a lipstick stain in MAC's
Russian Red on the rim
(And that's exactly my color)
Well at least he's consistent
You know he loves his reds
I said, at least he's consistent
You know he loves them reds
Bright or bold or burgundy
But always hot and peppery
And who can blame him?
(I like 'em too)
Long legs, so sublime
This ain't her first time
Sung about and shared before
By 2 or 3 or even more
She's good alone, with him or me
But it's the best when she makes three
It's the best when, she makes three
He don't mind sharing
He knows I need mine too
No, no, no, he don't mind sharing
He knows I need mine too
I like mine round and young
Velvety, sweet on my tongue
With just a little bite
Friday celebrations
Stormy Mondays too
They call it Stormy Mondays
Friday celebrations
They call it Stormy Mondays too
In my house or restaurant
She always gives me just what I want
And that's just what I need
My man and my wine
Menage-a-trois anytime
Full bodied, knock 'em dead
Make it go straight to my head
Merlot, cabernet
Come on baby, let's play
Come on baby, let's play
My man and my wine
Menage-a-trois anytime
Full bodied, knock 'em dead
Let it go straight to my head
Merlot, cabernet
Come on baby, let's play
Come on baby, let's play
Holding my wine glass
I said, I left my husband
Holding my wine glass
It was empty when I came back
Nothing but a lipstick stain in MAC's
Russian Red on the rim
(And that's exactly my color)
Well at least he's consistent
You know he loves his reds
I said, at least he's consistent
You know he loves them reds
Bright or bold or burgundy
But always hot and peppery
And who can blame him?
(I like 'em too)
Long legs, so sublime
This ain't her first time
Sung about and shared before
By 2 or 3 or even more
She's good alone, with him or me
But it's the best when she makes three
It's the best when, she makes three
He don't mind sharing
He knows I need mine too
No, no, no, he don't mind sharing
He knows I need mine too
I like mine round and young
Velvety, sweet on my tongue
With just a little bite
Friday celebrations
Stormy Mondays too
They call it Stormy Mondays
Friday celebrations
They call it Stormy Mondays too
In my house or restaurant
She always gives me just what I want
And that's just what I need
My man and my wine
Menage-a-trois anytime
Full bodied, knock 'em dead
Make it go straight to my head
Merlot, cabernet
Come on baby, let's play
Come on baby, let's play
My man and my wine
Menage-a-trois anytime
Full bodied, knock 'em dead
Let it go straight to my head
Merlot, cabernet
Come on baby, let's play
Come on baby, let's play
Credits
Writer(s): Bianca Mancinelli
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