(Curtis Wayne)

Well, here we sit at a table for two
But bottle, there's just me and you
She loved me so, but I loved her so wrong
I gave her too much of too little, too long.

So tell me bottle, are the things I hear true
That all the answers are in the bottle, of you
I need your help, this memory's is so strong
I gave her too much of too little, too long.

Sometimes a man can get lost in a world of his own
He'll neglect his real world, who's waiting at home
A woman needs her man's love, to lean on
I gave her too much of too little, too long.

I gave her too much of too little, too long...