I've been too drunk to love   Too drunk to care   I've looked like death, felt like Hell   Been the worse for wear   I've been drinking too much to remember   The hell of the night before   I've been drinking myself blind   And still I'll drink some more      She is the wine that makes harps and choirs   The sweetest sound that the grapevine brings   She is the wine that makes gods and angels   And when I drink of her, she conjures me wings      She invites me to her banquets   And I feast on her bouquet   She chases the dragons, and,   Drives the demon away   She builds a rainbow bridge   To the island of the blessed   She leads me to surrender   To the quarry of my quest      She is the temptress   The master magician   A sister to Eros   She is exhibition   She plays like a symphony   Smells like sympathy   Tastes like poetry   Gives her very soul to me