Chords for Dean Brody - Whiskey In A Teacup (Lyrics)

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She might look like a delicate flower, a little frill on her pink tank top.
Yeah, [F] she talks kind of soft with a little country drawl,
[Eb] a little money [Bb] in the way she walks.
[Fm] [Bb] My baby, she looks kind of harmless, a [Eb] boy's head on her from right to left.
But [F] judge a book by her cover and you're in for a brother.
[Eb] She's tea with a 90 [F] proof twist.
You better [Bb] like whiskey, you better like smoke.
A little [Eb] bit of burn when you take a toke,
a triple [F] shot of fuzz in your espresso.
And you dig [Bb] your sis, but [F] she's on your list.
She [Bb] might look like Sunday morning, but she [Eb] ought to come with a general warning.
If [F] you think that you can shoot her straight, you better buck [Eb] her up.
[F] Cause she's a whiskey [Bb] in a teacup.
Oh, she's a whiskey in a teacup.
When she was little, she learned the graces.
Mama [Eb] taught her how a lady should be.
Her [F] grandmammy snuck around, took that little girl out and [Eb] let her play in the mud in [Bb] the creek.
Well behaved girls rarely make history.
She [Eb] said there's wild in this [Ebm] family tree.
So [Bb] when you find a [F] boy you love, make sure he's man enough to [Eb] hold the liquor that he's about [F] to drink.
Better [Bb] like whiskey, better like smoke.
A little [Eb] bit of burn when you take a toke,
a triple [F] shot of fuzz in your espresso.
And you dig [Bb] your sis, but [F] she's on your list.
She [Bb] might look like Sunday morning, but she ought [Eb] to come with a general warning.
If [F] you think that you can shoot her straight, you better buck [Eb] her up.
[F] Cause she's a whiskey [Bb] in a teacup.
She's a whiskey in a teacup.
She's _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ [Eb] _ _
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[Bb] wobbling my walls, tuttering my cogs.
[Eb] She's a party I just [Bb] can't leave.
[C] She's the last call, make it fall, trying to don an [F] overalls.
And boy, she comes home with me.
Better [Bb] like whiskey, better like smoke.
A little [Eb] bit of burn when you take a toke,
a triple [F] shot of fuzz in your espresso.
And you dig [Bb] your sis, but [F] she's on my list.
She [Bb] might look like Sunday morning, but she ought [Eb] to come with a general warning.
If [F] you think that you can shoot her straight, you better buck [Eb] her up.
[F] Cause she's a whiskey [Bb] in a teacup.
She's a whiskey in a teacup.
She's a whiskey in a teacup. _ _ _