Whiskey woman, your eyes are cold, reflecting all your pain
The bottle's grip tightens, it now takes the drink you know
You seek solace in the shadows, where the light can't find your face
But every sip you take, you're losing more of your grace
You're a prisoner of past memories, bound by chains you can't see
When I look at you, a stranger stares back at me
Victim of your choices, Whiskey Women
The drink takes a drink now