Whisky - Marian Hill

You are my whiskey

I’ll make you mine

I can just taste it

All of these shot boys think I’m divine

But I don’t want to waste it

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

Yeah I used to hit it then go on my way

Boy I get so tipsy with you on my mind

Yeah I like the whisky with my nursery rhyme

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 drink 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 lullaby