Marian Hill - 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 wanna 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 rhymes

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 slow

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

Written by:
SAMANTHA LEE GONGOL, JEREMY K. LLOYD

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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