Bitch On The Sauce (Just Drunk) - Miranda Lambert

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 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 (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