I finished day one of 9 days in a row of work. No rest for the wicked.
His face was so sweet then he took my breath away.
Hit me so hard like a rock through a window.
I knew I was in trouble from the moment I met you, boy.
Shoulda just called it like I saw it.
Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day.
The burning, the stinging, the high and the heat and the "left-me-wanting-more" feeling when he kissed me.
I shoulda just called him "Whiskey"
Now the numb has set in.
He's gone like the wind.