There are several friendly faces
Of a hurricane
I'm riddled by temptation
And the dirty games he plays
All the games he plays
I was thirsty at the cradle
Of a lover's drought
I've sobered up enough to know
That this ain't working out
No more
Oh, no more
I liked him neat
But he always keeps me dry
I
Haven't
Missed
My whiskey in a while
Well, I won't go to waste
And I won't think it over
No, I don't want the taste
I'm living cause
I haven't missed
My whiskey In a while
I was addicted to the sugar
On his skinny lips
So afflicted when he stirred me
With his finger tips
And oh...
It was a ticklish lie
Thought he was sweet
But he's just a tease
And I...
I
Haven't
Missed
My whiskey in a while
Well, I won't go to waste
I won't think it over
I don't want the taste
I'm not itching
I haven't been missin'
Whiskey In a while
I won't think it over
No, I won't go to waste
I'm living cause
I haven't missed
Whiskey In a while
Whiskey in a while
Whiskey in a while
Whiskey in a while