Whisky

You are my whisky, I'll make you mine

I can just taste it

All of these shy boys think I'm divine

I don't want to waste it

They're like a second, but you're like a day

Yeah, I used to hit it and go on my way

Boy, I get so tipsy with you on my mind

Yeah, I like the whisky with my nursery rhymes

Throw it back, throw it back

Throw it back, throw it back

Throw it back

Sip it slow

You're on the top shelf and I'm looking up

Perfectly crafted

Bartender tell me what's in that cup?

Yeah, I got to have it

I know you won't burn when I drain my glass

I know how to drink it, I learn pretty fast

So take me to bed, babe, and I'll close my eyes

Yeah, I like the whisky with my lullabies

Throw it back, throw it back

Throw it back, throw it back-back

Throw it back-back-back

Sip it

Throw it back, throw it back

Throw it back-back-back-back

Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it back

Throw it, throw it back-back-back

Throw it, throw it, throw it back-back-back

Throw it, throw it, throw it back-back

Throw it, throw it, throw it back

Sip it slow

Sip it slow