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
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 Throw it back, throw it back
 Throw it back, throw it back
 Throw it back
 Sip it slow
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 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
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 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
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 Sip it slow