i think i'll take my whiskey neat
my coffee black and my bed at three
you're too sweet for me
you're too sweet for me
i'll take my whiskey neat
my coffee black and my red at three
you're too sweet for me
you're too sweet for me
take my
my coffee black and my peanut
i aim low i ain't true
in the crowds where i move
i work late where i'm free from the phone
and the job gets done
but you worry some i know
but you're bright as a morning
soft as a rain
pretty as a pine
sweet as a grape
if you can sit in a barrel
maybe i'll wait until the day
i'd rather take my whiskey lean
my coffee black and my bed at three
you're too sweet for me
you're too sweet for me
i take my whiskey neat
my coffee black and my bed at three
you're too sweet for me
you're too sweet for me
my coffee black and my peas
take my word
呜
i take my whiskey leave