Whiskey Makes Me

Here I go again
Out with all my friends
Tying one on or ten
This is becoming a trend.
Staying out all night
Beneath the neon lights
Picking fights for the hell of it
I don't know when to quit

I lost track of all the shots
Before the fight in the parking lot
What it was about, I forgot
Thought I was tough, but I guess I'm not
I've got a busted lip and big black eye
And a bad case of wounded pride
Guess I'll blame it on the rye

Ooh, these things the whiskey makes me do
That 90 proof gets me acting like a fool
I hate to admit I'm getting used to
These things the whiskey makes me do

There's a pounding in my head
Laying in a stranger's bed
And I don't even know her name
Why do we play these games
Guess I'm a little insane
They oughta put my name in the Walk of Shame Hall of Fame

Ooh, these things the whiskey makes me do
That 90 proof gets me acting like a fool
I hate to admit I'm getting used to
These things the whiskey makes me do. Yeah
Ooh, these things the whiskey makes me do
That 90 proof gets me acting like a fool
I hate to admit I'm getting used to
These things the whiskey makes me do
These things the whiskey makes me do



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Nauta
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