Belladonna Grace Potter & The Nocturnals

Whoa, Belladonna
Whoa, glass of wine
Whoa, this should happen
Whoa, all the time

Whoa, bodies blurring
Whoa, I can’t see
Whoa, speech is slurring
Whoa, silly me

I got half a mind to mind my doctor’s orders
I got half a mind to cut this whole damn line
I got half a mind to cut me into quarters
And the rest of me has lost my whole damn mind

Whoa, think it softly
Whoa, and play it loud
Whoa, tell your secrets
Whoa, to the crowd

[Chorus]
I’ve got half a mind to mind my doctor’s orders
I’ve got half a mind to cut this whole damn line
I’ve got half a mind to take you cross the borders
But the rest of me just wants to drink my wine