My Whiskey
You drank all my whiskey and that ain’t no way to be,
You are feeling the drunk that was meant for me,
You went where I wanted to go,
Whiskey dreams and laughter don’t you know.
Dance and sing in the pale moon light,
A kiss and a punch started a fight,
Crawling upstairs too your bed,
Suffering tomorrow with the big head.
So next time you toss my juice,
Get wild and cut loose,
Save a spot of cheer for my glass,
So I too can put on the ass.
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