She pulls her socks up to her knees Almost smiles and says to me: "I don't regret it if you don't regret it" We'll find the perfect patch of sun She'll breathe the fire out of her lungs And I don't regret it if you don't regret it I know we had our second chance I heard we blew our third and fourth She got another boy itching To keep her little voice that hoarse She says Maker's Mark Is mothers milk isn't it? And your feelings are only coincidence She pulls her socks up to her knees Almost smiles and says to me: "I don't regret it if you don't regret it" We'll find the perfect patch of sun She'll breathe the fire out of her lungs And I don't regret it if you don't regret it The liquor habit fills the liquor cabinet But we still blame our folks And those hipster bastards With their Goddamn catchphrases Well I don't get the joke then they say "Southern Comfort's comforting isn't it? When your feelings ain't feeling magnificent... She pulls her socks up to her knees Almost smiles and says to me: "I don't regret it if you don't regret it" We'll find the perfect patch of sun And she'll breathe the fire out of her lungs And I don't regret it and you don't regret it And I'll start forgetting the moment it sets in you're gone