Sweet Tea - Ginette Claudette

Whiskey doesn’t fix me

When I’m down

And it feels like somedays

Have not been in a while

Miss your arms around me

Somethings on the TV

Somethings on the stove

It’s like we’re getting old

Do you still wanna put your hands on my body

Do you still think that I’m a freak

Do you wanna put your hands on me, me

Would it make you jealous if I leave, leave

Would you hold on to all your kisses, all your kisses

Hold them for me

Am I still your sweet tea?

You still like your coffee on the couch

But sometimes I wonder if you know that I’m around

Miss your arms around me

Playful in the living room

You know that you had me

All them little things you do

Are you still feeling the same

Are you on me

Do you still think that I’m a tease