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