She started out a social drinker
Socializing now all the time
At first her taste was all over the place
Then she settled for the flavor of wine

Wine is now her favorite go to
Whenever things get a little ruff
It gives her the feeling she's doing okay
Cause she never hits the harder stuff

And with one glass at lunch she wouldn't call it a crutch
Just a little something to help her on her way
Being high noon it always helps to smooth
The wrinkles in the rest of the day

Pretty soon though she'd bring the bottle home
To take the edge off what life has made
Just a glass or two to carry her through
Till the troubles magically melted away

She never considered herself a wino
As she doesn't live down on skid row
Does she need a sign painted in day glow
For the truth to really be known