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Whiskey Sour
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2014-2015 Golden Elixer of forgetful nights
Extra cherrys for the sweet ones
No ice for those who like it strong
Whiskey trickles down inside me
Sweet and sour, yet all alone
Drink me now or drink me later
Shake me like I deserve
or slowly spin me 'round the crystal
feel that drunkin blur begin
as you prentend to still be classy
but the whiskeys gone sour
the bile in the back of your throat
leaving your stomach turned
it's sour baby, when will you learn
never trust a gal who drinks alone
