Whiskey Sour

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2014-2015

Golden Elixer of forgetful nights

Extra cherrys for the sweet ones

No ice for those who like it strong

Whiskey trickles down inside me

Sweet and sour, yet all alone

Drink me now or drink me later

Shake me like I deserve

or slowly spin me 'round the crystal

feel that drunkin blur begin

as you prentend to still be classy

but the whiskeys gone sour

the bile in the back of your throat

leaving your stomach turned

it's sour baby, when will you learn

never trust a gal who drinks alone

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About whiskey sours... About life... who cares... who knows... shure as fuck ain't me

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