Whiskey & Ice (cover)

Whiskey ‘n Ice A single malt is stealin’ my glass. Grieving my soul, that amber lass. Going hard is so nice n’ breezy. Knocking it back, just too damn easy. She wont play fair, but I don’t mind, Drownin' worries, a sip at a time. Just a taste turns whispers into cries, Wrapped tight in her Highland lies. Yeah, I like my whiskey n’ Ice. ‘cause she's so damn naughty n’ nice. Yeah, I like my whiskey n’ Ice. No need to ask me twice. All them cubes are chillin’ me down. My damned soul's kissin’ the ground. Eying that bottle that's pourin’ the deal. Fallin’ into the glass, ain’t gonna heal. Her bottle's bendin’ the bar's light. Washin’ the place’s walls all night. On her side, she's got nothing to hide ‘Cept for that small drop that cried. An empty glass, starin’ me down. It's screaming that ol’ siren sound. Pointing me to Speyside again, Slippin’ around that deadly bend. Yeah, I like my whiskey n’ Ice. ‘cause she's so damn naughty n’ nice. Yeah, I like my whiskey n’ Ice, No need to ask me twice.