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Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans?
Tight on the top with a belly button ring
A little tatoo somewhere in between
She only shows to me

Hey we're going out dancin' she's ready tonight
So damn good-lookin' boys it ain't even right
And when bar tender says for the lady
what's it gonna be?
I tell him man...

[Chorus:]
She ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne
No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in taquilla
She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough

Baby got a '69 mustang
four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring
I jump behind the wheel and it's away we go
Hey, I drive too fast, but she don't care

Blue bandana tied all up in her hair
Just sittin' there singin' every song on the radio

[Chorus x2]

Whoa she's my little whiskey girl
my raggid-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Yeah, I like 'em rough
I like 'em rough

~Somewhere in the world, a young lady sets aside her shot glass, Maker's Mark whiskey untasted for now as she listens to the jukebox in the corner. A soft smile spreads across her face as she thinks back, the song mentally dragging her back. To better times. Worse times. Times laced with bittersweet emotion in hindsight, she misses them, but knows that for now in her life they are done.

Maybe some future date, down the road when they have both grown... But not now.

She glances over to her table of friends wistfully, Had it been a worthy trade? Her new companions, friends of ages old, since before the girl with the red hair, before her love for whiskey... She sighs.
Having to choose was unfair. Much in the way of life... But she never regretted her decisions, merely looked back upon them with wistful longing. As she did in just this moment.

She wished she could still talk with her girl, the way they once had, but neither could seem to talk on that level anymore, it would come down to hurtful words, painful emotions. She sighed. Too much had changed, each girl had grown. Though maybe not for the better? She had always wondered about herself in regard to that...
She thought she knew why they rarely spoke, but she had no idea if the other girl knew... Knew about the days of hurt, nights spent playing 'good girl' after being pushed away, it hurt. Nights her girl spent in the passionate embrace of another, one she had sought the attentions of, only to be denied... No. She knew the girl didn't know how much that stung. It wasn't even theft, but it burned... But much the 'good girl', she never mentioned it... Much like all the other moments.

It wasn't an issue now, the time long sense gone... But she couldn't not remember... When the songs played, memories forgotten dancing to the surface.

Her friends called to her, excited, calling her over, her closest companion watching her with a slight smirk, a knowing look. He knew her thoughts, he always did... Because he was there, brought to from her own fixation... Wistful thoughts given life and flavor. Though incomplete as yet... But maybe someday?

She shrugs, again lifting the shot glass to her lips, sipping at the Whiskey. Her girl would have laughed, watched and joked with amusement over her inability to properly shoot whiskey... But the secret was, she savored it... Each flavor, each sip was a memory, now and forever...
She didn't think the girl had known that.

She grinned, downing the rest of the shot, Her girl would have been proud... After a moment of thought, reverently setting the glass on the bartop, she then made her way over to the jukebox, queuing up some of her old favorite music, ignoring the mocking calls of her friends. They didn't like Country, but they could cope for now... She lost herself in the music, dancing for her memories.~

The girl knows who she is. And now and forever, regardless of how we may fight or even not speak for lengths of time... I'll love you.