The Show Ponies — Whiskey and Wine lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Whiskey and Wine" by The Show Ponies.

Lyrics

I like whiskey; you like wine,
You’re the kind of woman
That’s so refined.
I like horses; you like gin,
I told you never come around here again.
Up and down, up and down,
Hot and cold and square and round
I never knew a smile
Could make somebody frown.
Cats and dogs, wet and dry,
You’re the cactus of my eye.
I bet that you could make
A grown man cry.
You like boys; I like girls,
Get you on the dance floor,
Take you for a whirl.
I know what you’re looking for,
So turn yourself around
And find the door.
Black and white, left and right.
Hugs and kisses at a bar fight.
You and me will be day and night.
North and South, East and West.
I like the way you wear that dress.
You always try your worst
To be your best.
If I told you,
I could hold you,
Would you play nice?
Or just start a fight?
But we’re so far apart
Different heads,
And different hearts
You’re always at the end
Before I start. OOOOOHHH
I hate your guts but you got soul.
I’m like ice; you’re like fire.
I’m a little lamb and you’re barbed wire.
I’m like rubber; you’re like glue,
What you want ain’t gonna come true.
Tight and loose, Father Goose.
I’m acute and you’re obtuse,
You’re the hangman
Pulling on my noose.
Early, late, small and great,
Good and bad and love and hate,
Lock up all your doors and
Close your gate.
If I told you,
I could hold you,
Would you play nice?
Or just start a fight?
But we’re so far apart
Different heads,
And different hearts
You’re always at the end
Before I start. OOOOOHHH
I hate your guts but you got soul.
Girl you take my breath away!
Then go ahead and suffocate.
I want to treat you like a queen.
I’d send you to the guillotine.
Call me crazy. Ok, fine.
I wish that I could make you mine.
I’m Bloomingdales,
And you’re the Five and Dime.
Call me stupid. Yes you are!
Don’t care about your daddy’s car.
And I don’t like Coors Light or PBR.
If I told you,
I could hold you,
Would you play nice?
Or just start a fight?
But we’re so far apart
Different heads,
And different hearts
You’re always at the end
Before I start. OOOOOHHH
I hate your guts but you got soul.