Whiskey's Verse
She never smelled like whiskey
I always made her cry
I thought that she would miss me
In my Irish lullaby.
I saw her in the bottle
I turned up to quench my fire
My love it burned full-throttle
Just enough to ease her ire.
She'll never age or leave me
In my heart between the lie
May the words be never easy
In my Irish lullaby.
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