Whisky, whisky.
My worst
Best friend.
You have embarassed us
Again.
Whisky, whisky.
One kiss leads to
Another.
Angry lover.
A terrible mother.
Warm. Sweet.
All a woman should be.
Smiling
With perfect
White fangs.
Whisky,
Whisky.
If we keep biting
And clawing at her
Heart, it's your
Fault
If I end up as single
As your malt.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC
Whisky, whisky.
My worst
Best friend.
You have embarassed us
Again.
Whisky, whisky.
One kiss leads to
Another.
Angry lover.
A terrible mother.
Warm. Sweet.
All a woman should be.
Smiling
With perfect
White fangs.
Whisky,
Whisky.
If we keep biting
And clawing at her
Heart, it's your
Fault
If I end up as single
As your malt.
