You're My Makers Mark Lyrics - Singles - Mathis & Michael

Lyrics by Michael Louis 

Music by Jared Mathis 

Cheap beer is what you drink 

Out on a bender with the guys 

And a tall glass 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