Tamara Laurel - Whiskey

On a dark green couch with a television moon
Those city boy hands kicked off my best June

Like steel-toed boots down a gravel road
The march in my chest as he came close

Cause his first name’s my cocaine
And his kiss, my whiskey
Like lightning in my bloodstream
But ain’t no good for me

Getting all tangled up like honeymoon sheets
Running right out of reasons why I should leave

And my best judgment’s with his jet black shirt
Swimmin’ on the floor just collecting dirt

Yea his first name’s my cocaine
And his kiss, my whiskey
Like lightning in my bloodstream
But ain’t no good for me

Put me on a ship, out to sea
Gotta put an ocean between him and me
Cause his first name’s my cocaine
And his kiss, my whiskey

And I’m gonna drink, drink it
Up up up up up up up, yea
With sparkling eyes like disco balls
Gunshy girls, they build up walls
Will you tear ‘em down so I
Can drink up up up up up up up? Yea

Yea

Cause his first name’s my cocaine
And his kiss, my whiskey
Like lightning in my bloodstream
But ain’t no good for me
Put me on a ship, out to sea
Gotta put an ocean between him and me
Cause his first name’s my cocaine
And his kiss, my whiskey
Yea, his first name’s my cocaine
And his kiss, my whiskey
Yea, his first name’s my cocaine
And his kiss, my whiskey