Sugarcane – Charlie Worsham

Looking at life through a bamboo straw
Pressed up to my eye like a spyglass
Your saltwater cut-offs walking my way
Mmh, I been drinking all day
I don’t usually get something this sweet
There’s something about that Caribbean heat
Sure puts the honey in the honeymoon
Honey, let’s go back to the room, and

Please, let me taste that sugarcane
I got to squeeze every last drop, won’t stop
Till it hits my brain, you’re driving me insane
With them sweet little kisses dripping down slow
Come on, baby, just let it flow
I don’t see us leaving the way we came
Nothing makes good gooder
Quite like shug, shug, sugar, sugarcane

We could be swinging in a hammock, sipping in the shade
Sunning by the pool, listening to the waves
Blame it on the rum going to my head
I don’t wanna get out of bed
It ain’t like we can’t at home
But like they say, baby, when in Rome
Better if we take just a little more time
Come on over here, put your lips on mine, and

Please, let me taste that sugarcane, I can’t stand it
I got to squeeze every last drop, won’t stop
Till it hits my brain, mmh, driving me insane
With them sweet little kisses dripping down slow
Come on, baby, just let it flow
I don’t see us leaving the way we came, no
Nothing makes good gooder
Quite like a shug, shug, sugar, sugarcane

You got the sweet little kisses dripping down slow
Come on, baby, just let it flow
I don’t see us leaving the way we came, no way
‘Cause nothing makes good gooder
Quite like a shug, shug, sugar, sugarcane
Nothing makes good gooder
Quite like a shug, shug, sugar, sugarcane