Mathis & Michael - You're My Makers Mark lyrics

Lyrics by Michael Louis Music by Jared Mathis Cheap beer is what you drink Out on a bender with the guys And a tall gla** of wine Is a toast to your big, blue eyes I cannot describe What flavor I have in mind When you turn those hips to me And whisper those words so kind Yeah she loves me drunk and broke She even likes my cigar smoke Now Im at my babys place And my boots have their very own space Drinkin aint the same When it aint just to hide your pain So pop your finest bottle baby And spray it over me like rain Because Im comin out of the dark Hittin way out of the park Youre the best year ever, gonna hold you for forever Yeah baby, youre my Makers Mark The Crowns wrapped up for dad And on Christmas well toast a sip But youre a special taste I gotta savor a second dip Mixed drinks cant suffice A sweet taste so doggone nice When you flash those eyes at me I dont even ask for ice Now I drink just for the taste And Ive learned not to ever waste Just when Im thinkin I cant cope She wrangles me in with a bit of hope