Bitch On The Sauce (Just Drunk)
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 (I wonder) what spell are we under (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 (whoo)
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 (I wonder) what spell are we under (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
'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 (I wonder) what spell are we under (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 (whoo)
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 (I wonder) what spell are we under (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
Credits
Writer(s): Jaren Johnston, Miranda Lambert
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