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 what spell are we under
Are wе in love or we just drunk?

That front porch looks like hеaven
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