VERSE 1
Brown-liquors the hell outta me
Ain't that the typa smile you got, baby?
Brown-liquors the hell outta me
Ain't that a glass of whiskey?
But you ain't just one glass of happy juice
Girl, you're the whole damn bottle
A big bottle, too

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I call you whiskey in a dress
Man, them liquor stores lie
Saying their stuff's the best
If I ain't feeling airplane-high
You kiss my lips, bam, I fly
If I ain't feeling airplane-high
You get on the dance floor with me
And dance me airplane-high
Who gives a S? I give a S
You're whiskey in a dress
Whiskey in a dress

VERSE 2
Rides home shotgun in my truck
Ain't that you with your purse in your lap?
Rides home shotgun in my truck
Ain't that my Crown in a purple bag?
But Crown don't have no hand to hold
And damn sure ain't no talker
You're something strong though

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BRIDGE
You call me your comedy
Funny as Rose, Sophia
Blanche, and Dorothy

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