My whiskey is, her sweet voice. I’m addicted, to her affection, oooh Hypnotized, I’ve got no choice, She takes me to a new, dimension. My whiskey is the way ,she moves, I could watch her dance, forever, oooh I’ll step close, don’t know the tune, But I’d follow her anywhere, wherever. I don’t drink. So-I stay drunk, on her! Smoke a little, But she takes me higher! She’s the reason for my being, Loving her is freedom, Up to Heaven—here I go! Oooh- I don’t drink. So I stay drunk on her. Smoke a little, But she takes me higher! She’s the reason for my being, Loving her is freedom, Up to Heaven—here I go! Oooh- She lets down that long brown hair, Steps up on the old oak table. Suspended up in the air, Take me to Heaven, sweet southern angel. (Oooh)- I don’t drink. So-I stay drunk, on her! Smoke a little, But she takes me higher! She’s the reason for my being, Loving her is freedom, Up to Heaven—here I go! Oooh- I don’t drink. So I stay drunk on her. Smoke a little, But she takes me higher! She’s the reason for my being, Loving her is freedom, Up to Heaven—here I go! Oooh- I’ll step close, don’t know the tune... But I’d follow her anywhere, wherever...
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