Top Shelf Whiskey
Top shelf whiskey
A sky-blue car
Don't know where he's taking me
But I wanna go
Far
Twilight's fadin'
His foot is on the gas
Don't know where we're goin'
But we're getting there
Fast
Mmmm we're gettin' there
Fast
Stars above the water
Whispers on the wind
Can't get any hotter
When the world's about to end
What's biting you, Love,
Is the same that's biting me
Let's leave behind this madness
And put further out to sea
With our top shelf whiskey
Four fishing poles
Don't tell me we need anything
Needing gets old
Top shelf whiskey
Four fishing poles
Don't tell me we need anything
Needing gets old
Needing gets old
Did you see them shooting
Sitting over there
I swear you'll see them better
With my fingers in your hair
There's roots under our blankets
Our skin is full of sun
Not too sure what time it is
But isn't that half the fun
Of this top shelf whiskey
Fire on these stones
Your hair is getting curly
And your body's in my bones.
Top shelf whiskey
Fire on these stones
Your hair is getting curly
And your body's in my bones
Mmmm your body's in my bones
Backs to the city
Your hand next to mine
They'll forget all about me
And that'll be fine
Backs to the city
Faces to the dark
It's as good a time as any
For a good thing to start
As good a time as any
For a good thing to start
A sky-blue car
Don't know where he's taking me
But I wanna go
Far
Twilight's fadin'
His foot is on the gas
Don't know where we're goin'
But we're getting there
Fast
Mmmm we're gettin' there
Fast
Stars above the water
Whispers on the wind
Can't get any hotter
When the world's about to end
What's biting you, Love,
Is the same that's biting me
Let's leave behind this madness
And put further out to sea
With our top shelf whiskey
Four fishing poles
Don't tell me we need anything
Needing gets old
Top shelf whiskey
Four fishing poles
Don't tell me we need anything
Needing gets old
Needing gets old
Did you see them shooting
Sitting over there
I swear you'll see them better
With my fingers in your hair
There's roots under our blankets
Our skin is full of sun
Not too sure what time it is
But isn't that half the fun
Of this top shelf whiskey
Fire on these stones
Your hair is getting curly
And your body's in my bones.
Top shelf whiskey
Fire on these stones
Your hair is getting curly
And your body's in my bones
Mmmm your body's in my bones
Backs to the city
Your hand next to mine
They'll forget all about me
And that'll be fine
Backs to the city
Faces to the dark
It's as good a time as any
For a good thing to start
As good a time as any
For a good thing to start
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Writer(s): Willa Grey
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