Whiskey Lips

Something like this
I never drink it
The kind of one sweet and strong
Embraces and hits
Feels like I'm dreaming
Makes you feel loved and warmed

Be kissing your lips
Tastes like whiskey
In it, I just want to be drown
One more round of this
And Might I drink it
A whole of you at once

'Cause I know that I'm a user
Girl, you made me boozer
Of your tasty whiskey lips

Pour me another one
Girl, pour me another one
Pour me another one
Just pour me another one

And I’ve been calling on your telephone line
Turning glasses and wonder under Coors light
Desiring your kiss, begging another one
I choose your bottle on the shelves of love

'Cause I know that I'm a user
Girl, you made me boozer
Of your tasty whiskey lips

Pour me another one
Girl, pour me another one
Pour another one
Just pour me another one

Cause you know that I ‘m a user
Girl you made me boozer of your tasty Whiskey Lips

'Cause I am sitting at your counter
Put the Music louder
Our lips would love to make a blend

On the Low Lights
Burning cold heart’s ice
The night just poured me something strong

Girl, I want to make some order
I would love to drink another
Of your tasty whiskey lips

Pour me another one
Girl, pour me another one
Pour me another one
Just pour me another one