Love, like red wine, must have time to age.
It mellows in flavor with each pa**ing stage.
But even the best of the vinege (vine) goes bad.
And whether it's wine or love, that?s sad.
I won't answer love the next time it knocks.
I've had my fill of love on the rocks.
A jigger of lying, garnished with fights.
Some bitters for crying, long unhappy nights.
A dash of lost dreams, then stir with regret.
Shake well, and pour, then drink and forget.
A tea spoon of teardrops seemed like a phase.
But I cried too many long unhappy days.
Good riddance to love it's too much to bear.
After this drink, I won't even care.
Love on the rocks, time to get high.
I'll drink to love, here's love in your eye
Pop with a bubble, make it a double!
This is my last toast to love
On the rocks
Love on the rocks.