The moon comes up and the sun goes down. We find a little spot on the edge of town. Twist off, sip a little, pass it around. Dance in the dust, turn the radio up. And that fireball whiskey whispers Temptation in my ear. Florida Georgia Line
There are more women in the world and we are all female until the Y chromosome changes the fetus in to a male. I think man is partial woman, they don't get the wow parts. So we are man-kinda a little bit.