Does the whiskey make you miss me? 'Cause every time I take a sip I think about you I start dialin' but I don't call Are you sittin' there lookin' at the phone, not callin' me too? The heart is a bitch on the sauce, gon' do what it do
This happens every time I crack open up that bottle And I light that cigarette And it's like, "Aw, shit! Here come trouble"
Everything about you says don't do that With the devil on my shoulder, sayin' "Don't look back" And I wonder what spell are we under Are we in love or we just drunk?
That front porch looks like heaven But I know in the mornin' it's gonna feel more like hell But I drive up anyway 'Cause the Good Lord knows this girl can't help herself Yeah, a heart is a bitch on the sauce, so I might as well
This happens every time I crack open up that bottle And I light that cigarette And it's like, "Aw, shit! Here come trouble"
Everything about you says don't do that With the devil on my shoulder, sayin' "Don't look back" And I wonder what spell are we under Are we in love or we just drunk?
Does the whiskey make you miss me? 'Cause every time I take a sip I think about youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
