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
 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
 Sip it slow
 Throw it back
 Sip it slow
 Sip it slow