Short Tale About Whiskey And a Lady

I met my baby in a awful party
I couldn't avoid noticing her body
I was so broke couldn't afford a drink
She paid me a beer and she made me think

That my heart is falling appart
Got pick'em cuz the pieces are falling appart
You're hot, baby
You stole my heart

She told me: Oh this place sucks
And I already spent all my bucks
But in my house I got a bottle of Jack
C'mon c'mon let's get out here fast