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One bottle of cheap moscato Two hopeless hearts on the floor Three A.M. turns into four Sun's coming up, five minutes more This probably is a mistake But I like the way that it tastes Like that sweet empty bottle Bottle of cheap moscato Last thing that I remember Is stumbling in the front door You took me by the hand Went dancing down the hallway Crash into the kitchen counter Woke up the neighbours next door Next thing we know all of our clothes are on the floor Got a little buzz on the bubbles Kinda lost count of thе bottles Got ourselves into a littlе trouble (Five, four, three, two) One bottle of cheap moscato Two hopeless hearts on the floor Three A.M. turns into four Sun's coming up, five minutes more Letras de cancionesThis probably is a mistake But I like the way that it tastes Like that sweet empty bottle Bottle of cheap moscato One bottle of One bottle of cheap moscato Didn't need that much convincing The second out we started drinking I saw the way the night would start middle and end So I let it hit me quickly Things get better when you're tipsy I just wanted you to kiss me Got a little buzz on the bubbles Kinda lost count of the bottles Got ourselves into a little trouble (Five, four, three, two) One bottle of cheap moscato Two hopeless hearts on the floor Three A.M. turns into four Sun's coming up, five minutes more This probably is a mistake But I like the way that it tastes Like that sweet empty bottle One bottle of cheap moscato One bottle of cheap moscato Two hopeless hearts on the floor Three A.M. turns into four Sun's coming up, five minutes more This probably is a mistake But I like the way that it tastes And that's how it all started One bottle of cheap moscato (I think I blame it all on) (I blame it all on) I blame it all on (I think I blame it all on) On (I blame it all on) I blame it all on (I think I blame it all on) (I blame it all on) The way that it tastes (I think I blame it all on) One bottle of cheap moscato (I think I blame it all on) (I blame it all on) I think I blame it all on (I think I blame it all on) (I blame it all on) Two hopeless hearts on the floor (I think I blame it all on) (I blame it all on) The way that it tastes And that's how it all started One bottle of cheap moscato From Letras Mania