Whiskey Dreams

Forty-seven livin’ like she’s seventeen,
Ridin' a wave of nostalgia,
She wonders where those years have gone,
Her and Miss Clairol, they share her secrets,
And she’s having,
Whiskey dreams on a tequila night.

She’ll be lookin’ for love on Saturday night,
And the next guy, he’ll be the one,
The apple of her eye,
Her forever man - for the week,
And she’s having,
Whiskey dreams on a tequila night.

Occasionally, she will remember,
Before consuming the worm,
When a love long dead,
Kept her satisfied,
But now, she’s having,
Whiskey dreams on a tequila night.