It can't be said I'm an early bird it's 10 o 'clock before I say a word, baby, I can never
tell. How do you sleep so well? You keep telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight,
but then you wake up for the sunrise. You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then,
but you just wanna wake up dark as the lake, smelling like a bonfire lost in the haze.
If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great, but while in this world, 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 bed at three. You're too sweet for me.
You're too sweet for me.
I aim low, I aim true, and the ground's where I go. I work late, well, I'm free from the phone,
and the job gets done, but you're worrisome, I know, but who wants to live forever, babe?
You treat your mouth as if it's heaven's gate. The rest of you act like you're the TSA.
I wish I could go alone. Babe, don't get me wrong, you know you're bright as the morning,
as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel,
maybe I'll wait until that day. I'd rather 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 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 bed at three. You're too sweet for me.
You're too sweet for me.
