Whiskey Makes Me

Here I go again Out with all my friends Tying one on or ten This is becoming a trend. Staying out all night Beneath the neon lights Picking fights for the hell of it I don't know when to quit I lost track of all the shots Before the fight in the parking lot What it was about, I forgot Thought I was tough, but I guess I'm not I've got a busted lip and big black eye And a bad case of wounded pride Guess I'll blame it on the rye Ooh, these things the whiskey makes me do That 90 proof gets me acting like a fool I hate to admit I'm getting used to These things the whiskey makes me do There's a pounding in my head Laying in a stranger's bed And I don't even know her name Why do we play these games Guess I'm a little insane They oughta put my name in the Walk of Shame Hall of Fame Ooh, these things the whiskey makes me do That 90 proof gets me acting like a fool I hate to admit I'm getting used to These things the whiskey makes me do. Yeah Ooh, these things the whiskey makes me do That 90 proof gets me acting like a fool I hate to admit I'm getting used to These things the whiskey makes me do These things the whiskey makes me do