I was a fresh-faced Midwest corn-fed kid pushing nineteen She had a few tattoos, wanted two more years on her ID That girl was pouring up shots at the back of the party Like everyone there knew her name I didn't know how to drink but I sure felt like starting The moment that she looked my way
She told me: Honey, pick your poison, mine's a lemon and gin With a hint, a mix of pretty boys in over their head I'll admit, I'm kinda craving the taste of something new So, come on honey, pick your poison And I said: Can I pick you?
(P-pick your poison, p-pick your poison) (P-pick your poison)
She smiled and laugh, put some salt on the glass Then she threw it back with me (threw it back with me) She said: You had me at 'hey', then she handed me a chase Yeah, my face went as pink as the Whitney (pink as the Whitney)
And then she took me by the hand And said: Boy, you better dance 'Cause this is our song now and this is your chance
So, honey, pick your poison, mine's a lemon and gin With a hint, a mix of pretty boys in over their head I'll admit, I'm kinda craving the taste of something new So, come on honey, pick your poison And I said: Can I pick you?
(P-pick your poison, p-pick your poison) (P-pick your poison) I said: Can I pick you? (P-pick your poison, p-pick your poison) (P-pick your poison)
I was a fresh-faced Midwest corn-fed kid pushing nineteen She left me a kiss and her number on my wrist And said: You know where to find me You know where to find me
So, honey, pick your poison, mine's a lemon and gin With a hint, a mix of pretty boys in over their head I'll admit, I'm kinda craving the taste of something new (something new) So, come on honey, pick your poison And I said: Can I pick you?
(P-pick your poison, p-pick your poison) (P-pick your poison) I said: Can I pick you? (P-pick your poison, p-pick your poison) (P-pick your poison)
Compositor: Knox / Will Carlson / Geoff Warburton / Spencer Jordan