Lyrics
Whiskey doesn't fix me
When I'm down
And it feels like somedays
Have not been in a while
Miss your arms around me
Somethings on the TV
Somethings on the stove
It's like we're getting old
Do you still wanna put your hands on my body
Do you still think that I'm a freak
Do you wanna put your hands on me, me
Would it make you jealous if I leave, leave
Would you hold on to all your kisses, all your kisses
Hold them for me
Am I still your sweet tea?
You still like your coffee on the couch
But sometimes I wonder if you know that I'm around
Miss your arms around me
Playful in the living room
You know that you had me
All them little things you do
Are you still feeling the same
Are you on me
Do you still think that I'm a tease
Do you wanna put your hands on me, me
Would it make you jealous if I leave, leave
Would you hold on to all your kisses, all your kisses
Hold them for me
Am I still your sweet tea?