Whiskey, you're my night friend
but in the morning you turn your back on me.
I held you in the winter
even when my fingers were cold.
But in the summer when you hugged my neck
you almost broke it.
Whiskey, you're my night friend
but in the morning you turn your back on me.
I held you in the winter
even when my fingers were cold.
But in the summer when you hugged my neck
you almost broke it.
