Kinda layin low -- a little girl with hands of silk A quick game of touch and go -- and the loss of words It's just the way things go -- flowers open, petals wilt Fingers lock and people close And minds wander down down down Lips pressed together -- too tight to speak A little taste to top the night -- then drift off to sleep And my girlwhiskey -- she goes down smooth and sweet It's hard to know -- what's exception, what's the rule And when the honest blade is cruel Or when it's kisses that carve the soul Sittin in the park -- children play and children fall And children tear their friends apart Rebuilt to run again again again Mamas teach your babies -- your babies teach the rest There's some things those that know the least . . . they know the best And my girlwhiskey -- can you teach me to forget Now all alone -- a little bourbon wet and warm Off to dig yourself as whole -- a little trickle fills right in It's still good to know -- with all the cracks there's still no leaks And with the lights down soft and low No need to see so far so far so far It's too soon to write her -- but too late to call It's all spent in gettin there -- then free for the fall And my girlwhiskey -- don't need the girl at all