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Whiskey in a Teacup
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dean Brody
Dean Brody
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dean McWhinnie
Dean McWhinnie
Songwriter
Dean Brody
Dean Brody
Songwriter

Lyrics

She might look like a delicate flower Little frill on her pink tank top Yeah, she talks kinda soft with a little country drawl Old money in the way she walks My baby, she looks kinda harmless Boys hit on her from right to left But judge a book by her cover and you're in for it, brother She's tea with a ninety proof twist You better like whiskey, you better like smoke A little bit a burn when you take a toke A triple shot of buzz in your espresso When you take a sip, when she's on your lips She might look like Sunday morning But she oughta come with a general warning If you think that you can shoot her straight You better pucker up 'Cause she's whiskey in a teacup Aw, she's whiskey in a teacup, woo, ah When she was little, she learned the graces Momma taught her how a lady should be But Grand-mammy snuck around, took that little girl out And let her play in the mud in the creek Well behaved girls rarely make history She said, "There's wild in this family tree" So when you find a boy you love, make sure he's man enough To hold the liquor that he's 'bout to drink You better like whiskey, you better like smoke A little bit a burn when you take a toke A triple shot of buzz in your espresso When you take a sip, when she's on your lips She might look like Sunday morning But she oughta come with a general warning If you think that you can shoot her straight You better pucker up 'Cause she's whiskey in a teacup Aw, she's whiskey in a teacup, yeehaw, come on (Woo) (I'll take another one down) She's the wobble in my walk St-t-tutter in my talk She's a party I just can't leave She's the last call, make ya fall China Doll in overalls And boys, she comes home with me 'Cause I like whiskey, I like a little smoke A little bit a burn when I take a toke A triple shot of buzz in my espresso When I take a sip, she's on my lips She might look like Sunday morning But she oughta come with a general warning If you think that you can shoot her straight You better pucker up 'Cause she's whiskey in a teacup She's whiskey in a teacup, up She's whiskey in a teacup, woo, ah
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