Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey
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Chilling on a beach with my sweet Georgia peach
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Not a care in the world, just trying to beat the heat
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Body like an hourglass, sand on her feet
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Can't help but stare 'cause I got the best seat
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Just when I thought it couldn't get any hotter you slid on in, said
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"I'm a little hot and bothered, if you know what I mean
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Let's crank it up to a hundred degrees."
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You hit me like fire, shot me like a bullet
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Burned me up and down, no way to cool it
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Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey
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It's like a bottle of Jack straight to the head
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One shot, two shot, copper tone red
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Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey
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I was slow driving south with the top drop down
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Her hair in the wind, Tom Petty up loud
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You gave me that look, you licked them lips
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I said, "Hang on baby, better pull over for this."
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I don't wanna get DWK, driving while kissing, they'll put you away
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You hit me like fire, shot me like a bullet
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Burned me up and down, no way to cool it
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Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey
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It's like a bottle of Jack straight to the head
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One shot, two shot, copper tone red
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Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey
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Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey
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Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey
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You hit me like fire, shot me like a bullet
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Burned me up and down, no way to cool it
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Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey
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It's like a bottle of Jack straight to the head
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One shot, two shot, copper tone red
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Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey
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Sunshine & Whiskey
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| Frankie Ballard |
