(Billy Mize)

Not long ago I held our baby's bottle
But the one I'm holding now's a different kind
And I never know whose lips I'll soon be kissin'
For it all depends on who will buy the wine.

Whoever sets them up and tips the waitress
This kind of love just might as well be blind
I just sit and wait to be somebody's baby
And it all depends on who will buy the wine.

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My kind of life I'm living since you left me
Is not the kind of life I thought I chose
This honky tonky world is not so flashy
Bright lights and booze is all it really knows.

Whoever sets them up and tips the waitress
This kind of love just might as well be blind
I just sit and wait to be somebody's baby
And it all depends on who will buy the wine.

And it all depends on who will buy the wine...