Pick Your Poison

I was a fresh-faced Midwest corn-fed kid pushing nineteen
She had a few tattoos, wanted two more years on her ID
That girl was pouring up shots at the back of the party
Like everyone there knew her name
I didn't know how to drink but I sure felt like starting
The moment that she looked my way

She told me: Honey, pick your poison, mine's a lemon and gin
With a hint, a mix of pretty boys in over their head
I'll admit, I'm kinda craving the taste of something new
So, come on honey, pick your poison
And I said: Can I pick you?

(P-pick your poison, p-pick your poison)
(P-pick your poison)

She smiled and laugh, put some salt on the glass
Then she threw it back with me (threw it back with me)
She said: You had me at 'hey', then she handed me a chase
Yeah, my face went as pink as the Whitney (pink as the Whitney)

And then she took me by the hand
And said: Boy, you better dance
'Cause this is our song now and this is your chance

So, honey, pick your poison, mine's a lemon and gin
With a hint, a mix of pretty boys in over their head
I'll admit, I'm kinda craving the taste of something new
So, come on honey, pick your poison
And I said: Can I pick you?

(P-pick your poison, p-pick your poison)
(P-pick your poison) I said: Can I pick you?
(P-pick your poison, p-pick your poison)
(P-pick your poison)

I was a fresh-faced Midwest corn-fed kid pushing nineteen
She left me a kiss and her number on my wrist
And said: You know where to find me
You know where to find me

So, honey, pick your poison, mine's a lemon and gin
With a hint, a mix of pretty boys in over their head
I'll admit, I'm kinda craving the taste of something new (something new)
So, come on honey, pick your poison
And I said: Can I pick you?

(P-pick your poison, p-pick your poison)
(P-pick your poison) I said: Can I pick you?
(P-pick your poison, p-pick your poison)
(P-pick your poison)