Whiskey in a While

There are several friendly faces Of a hurricane I'm riddled by temptation And the dirty games he plays All the games he plays I was thirsty at the cradle Of a lover's drought I've sobered up enough to know That this ain't working out No more Oh, no more I liked him neat But he always keeps me dry I Haven't Missed My whiskey in a while Well, I won't go to waste And I won't think it over No, I don't want the taste I'm living cause I haven't missed My whiskey In a while I was addicted to the sugar On his skinny lips So afflicted when he stirred me With his finger tips And oh... It was a ticklish lie Thought he was sweet But he's just a tease And I... I Haven't Missed My whiskey in a while Well, I won't go to waste I won't think it over I don't want the taste I'm not itching I haven't been missin' Whiskey In a while I won't think it over No, I won't go to waste I'm living cause I haven't missed Whiskey In a while Whiskey in a while Whiskey in a while Whiskey in a while