Women Go With Whiskey

[couchgrouch]

Women Go With WhiskeyThe barkeep left some beernutsto go with my Jim Beamand the drunk slouched beside meate some buffalo wingsbut I noticed a ladysitting alone in the darkI hoped the empty inside herfilled the hunger in my heartcos women go with whiskeywomen go with whiskeylike a ten ounce steakwith farm fresh eggswomen go with whiskeyI snapped open my lighterput a cherry on her smokehair tumbled down her shouldersbegging to be strokedshe must've been so lonelyto let me inside her thoughtsbefore we left that eveningI slammed one last shotcos women go with whiskeywomen go with whiskeylike a full moon's glowthrough a bedroom windowwomen go with whiskeywe went out quite a few timesthough I was the drinking kindI thought things were going strongthen one night we made loveI can't recall...I mighta got roughbut when I woke up she was gonecos women go with whiskeywomen go with whiskeythey'll stay by a manwith a steady handbut women go with whiskey(c)2005 Robert George