| When you got off work at five
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| I’d be the first thing on your mind
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| Every time
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| And if I wasn’t where you thought I’d be
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| You’d drive around 'til you found me
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| If it took all night
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| You’d press me to your lips
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| Say you never felt like this
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| And I’d be all you’d need
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| And you’d get drunk on me
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| Maybe if I was a neon light
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| I’d lead your car right back to my door
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| Oh, maybe if I was a jukebox needle dropping on a drinking song
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| You’d want one more
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| If my name was Whiskey
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| Maybe right now you’d miss me
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| You might try a different fix
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| A stronger shot
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| A harder mix
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| But they wouldn’t get you baby
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| And if everyone you know
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| Said you ought to let me go
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| You’d tell 'em they were crazy, so crazy
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| Maybe if I was a neon light
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| I’d lead your car right back to my door
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| Oh, maybe if I was a jukebox needle dropping on a drinking song
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| You’d want one more
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| If my name was Whiskey
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| Maybe right now you’d miss me…
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| Maybe if I was your last call
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| My heart wouldn’t be like glass all over the floor
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| Oh, maybe if I was a jukebox needle dropping on a drinking song
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| Then you’d want one more
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| If my name was Whiskey
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| Maybe right now you’d miss me
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| You never would’ve quit me
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| If my name was Whiskey |