Whisky

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, 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 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 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 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