#1
You could be my whiskey, girl
And I could be your wine
You could be what I reach for on these cold winter nights
We could hide under the covers
Not see the sun for days
Or we could leave behind our troubles and find a warmer place

You could be my bourbon, baby
And I could be your Beaujolais
I could be the perfect end to your worst of days
We could run off to Aruba
Not tell a single soul
Gamble all our money away and find our own way home

You could be my whiskey, love
And I could be your wine
You could be what keeps me up in the middle of the night
We could take things smooth and easy
Not run too far too fast
Unplug the phone and lock the door, make the morning last

(I still have one more verse to finish)
#2
It flows pretty well. Nice.

Just listened to some of your songs.
Pretty good.
Last edited by zmarc101 at Feb 5, 2015,