Wild Whiskey Drinking Woman
© Nitanee Paris & Maelan Abran

I got no you
I got no us
I got no money
And I never get enough

But I got this rhythm
And this truth serum in my hands
So who needs money
And who needs a man

I’m just a wild whiskey drinking woman
Without a whiskey drinking man

I got no castle
I got no yacht
I got no Mercedes
But I don’t need a lot

I got these keys on this piano
On my fingertips
And I got this sweet burn of bourbon
On my ruby red lips

I’m just a wild whiskey drinking woman
Without a whiskey drinking man

So bartender pour me a glass
You won’t be the first and you won’t be the last, no
Pour me a long tall glass
You're not the first
And you won’t be the last

‘Cause I’m just a wild whiskey drinking woman
Without a whiskey drinking man