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Itâs 2 am when you stumble in
You smell like Merlot
Youâve been drinking again
I get mad, canât hold my tongue
Got to let you know every dumb thing youâve done
You say âDonât start your griping, donât even begin!â
(CHORUS)
Iâll stop my whining when you stop yours
I canât take your boozing no more
Iâm ready to strike a deal just to get you up off all fours
Iâll stop my whining when you stop yours
Well, itâs not even noon the very next day
I catch you sneaking around with a bottle of Cabernet
I follow you down the hall
Iâm preaching the dangers of alcohol
You say âGet off my back woman!
Stop your hemming and hawing!â
(REPEAT CHORUS)
When you fell for me you fell head over heels - way back when
But now the only falling you do is off the wagon again!
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Peace and quiet or all-out war- What are you waiting for?
Iâll stop my whining when you stop yours
Ainât gonna stop my whining - âtil you stop yours