(D.Gutter)  [chorus]  love is my wine and I drink it by the cup  I swallow my pride when I'm swallowing a gulp  it spills down the side and I don't go insane  I don't have my wine but I still got the stain  Love is my wine and you can drink it 'til you're drunk  you ain't got shit if you ain't got funk  Like the beats to release by the soles of your feet  and you sing a simple song to a simple beat      People ask me why I scream so much  I say 'it's just my old friend anger and we keep in touch.'  I haven't lost my temper in the last few months  and I have to admit that it's been getting tough   but, I respect people and the way that they dress  I understand a man has got to express  but what's a gun to a fist? what the hell is this?!  My philosophy goes like this:    [chorus]    Gibbedy-Gab-Gab on the telephone  you're never home- I get the answering machine's  deaf tone, so I recite a poem  but my bill's so big I'm gonna need a loan.  Banker, banker, thank you for the money  in-state rate to communicate with my honey  should be a crime to charge me so much  for me and my baby to reach out and touch    [chorus]    Do it again....tomorrow  The beats to release by the soles of your feet  and you sing a simple song to a simple beat.    Half this time   I've been half awake.  I didn't mean to miss your birthday,  but I'll bake you a birthday cake.  I may not have table manners that  are expected from your mom and dad  and didn't get around to combing my hair  so I bought me a brand new hat.    [chorus]