Red Vines (Parody of Red wine, by Neil Diamond.) br br br Red red vines br br Eaten like bread br br Makes me me regret br br I'm worse off enough br br br Red red vines, br br It's all I need br br It's my kind of stuff br br Can't get enough br br br I'd have sworn, time after time br br The thought of such sweets would leave my head br br I was right, but alas, you returned to my mind br br And so the one thing I regret br br br Red red vines br br Why can't you see? br br Can't leave it alone br br My heart always nags br br For those blue, blue bags br br Red, red viiinnneeesss..