Whiskey and Wine

I like whiskey; you like wine
You’re the kind of woman that’s so refined
I like horses; you like gin
Told you never come around here again
Up and down, up and down
Hot and cold and square and round
I never knew a smile could make somebody frown
Cats and dogs; wet and dry
You’re the cactus of my eye
I bet that you could make a grown man cry
You like boys; I like girls
Get you on the dance floor, take you for a whirl
I know what you’re looking for
So turn yourself around and find the door
Black and white; left and right
Hugs and kisses at a bar fight
You and me will be day and night
North and South, East and West
I like the way you wear that dress
You always try your worst to be your best
If I told you
I could hold you
Would you play nice?
Or just start a fight?
But we’re so far apart
Different heads and different hearts
You’re always at the end before I start
Oh, I hate your guts but you got soul
I’m like ice; you’re like fire
I’m a little lamb and you’re barbed wire
I’m like rubber; you’re like glue
What you want ain’t gonna come true
Tight and loose, Father Goose
I’m acute and you’re obtuse
You’re the hangman pulling on my noose
Early, late; small and great
Good and bad and love and hate
Lock up all your doors and close your gate
If I told you
I could hold you
Would you play nice?
Or just start a fight?
But we’re so far apart
Different heads and different hearts
You’re always at the end before I start
Oh, I hate your guts but you got soul
Girl, you take my breath away
Then go ahead and suffocate
I want to treat you like a queen
I’d send you to the guillotine
Call me crazy; okay, fine
I wish that I could make you mine
I’m Bloomingdales, and you’re the Five and Dime
Call me stupid; yes, you are!
Don’t care about your daddy’s car
And I don’t like Coors Light or PBR
If I told you
I could hold you
Would you play nice?
Or just start a fight?
But we’re so far apart
Different heads and different hearts
You’re always at the end before I start
Oh, I hate your guts but you got soul