[Verse 1] Little cutie said, come on, lets do a shot For a second there I looked at her and thought, why not? I guess she dont know what everybody knows in here I said, thanks but no thanks, I think Ill just stick with beer [Chorus] Cause whiskey and I, we go way back That first half pint in a paper sack It aint been a time we were carrying on With some kind of something that could go wrong Hard as I try again and again Gotta face the facts, we cant be friends Whiskey and I, we dont get along [Verse 2] All I know is theres some things you just dont mix Im just saying nothing good could come from this When that first shot, it turns into three or four Better hide the women, pull the shade and lock the doors [Chorus]x3 [Ending]x2 Hard as I try again and again Gotta face the facts, we cant be friends Whiskey and I, we dont get along
whiskey, thanks, fact, shot, cutie