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?
A 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 (Woo)
But I drive up anyway
'Cause the good Lord knows this girl can't help herself (Yeah)
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? (We just drunk, yeah)
Does the whiskey make you miss me?
'Cause every time I take a sip I think about you
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