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" ....





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