Brain patterns

Red, red wine, go to my head,
Make me forget that I
Still need her so.

Red, red wine, it’s up to you.
All I can do, I’ve done;
But mem’ries won’t go.
No, mem’ries won’t go.

I’d have thought that with time
Thoughts of her would leave my head.
I was wrong, and I find
Just one thing makes me forget.

Red, red wine, stay close to me.
Don’t let me be alone;
It’s tearing apart
My blue, blue heart.

I’d have thought that with time
Thoughts of her would leave my head.
I was wrong, and I find
Just one thing makes me forget.

Red, red wine, stay close to me.
Don’t let me be alone;
It’s tearing apart
My blue, blue heart.