Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Angle
Drums
Kevin McMahon
Electric Bass Guitar
Konstantine Stebliy
Acoustic Guitar
Noah Gehrmann
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott DuBose
Songwriter
John Bielecki
Songwriter
Songtexte
I walk through the door, throw my coat on the floor
A couple minutes after three and my phone begins to ring
I see your picture by your name, I whisper I say hey babe have you got a little time for me
Are you calling cause you really miss me
Or are you felling just a little tipsy
Tipsy, a glass of wine opens up those feelings that you had inside for me
Tipsy, Friday night tell me girl what's on your mind are you feeling fine
Are you calling cause you really miss me
Or are you felling just a little tipsy
You whisper so sweet how bad you wanna see me
I said I'm out the door I'll be at your place by 4
I fumble round for the keys, feeling weak in the knees
Oh babe can you tell me what I wanna hear some more
Oh girl, are you trying to kiss me
Or are you felling just a little tipsy
Tipsy, a glass of wine opens up those feelings that you had inside for me
Tipsy, Friday night tell me girl what's on your mind are you feeling fine
Are you calling cause you really miss me
Or are you felling just a little tipsy
Sometimes that little haze on your brain makes perfect since of what you trying to say
Tipsy, a glass of wine opens up those feelings that you had inside for me
Tipsy, Friday night tell me girl what's on your mind are you feeling fine
Tipsy, a glass of wine opens up those feelings that you had inside for me
Tipsy, Friday night tell me girl what's on your mind are you feeling fine
Are you calling cause you really miss me
Or are you felling just a little tipsy
Written by: John Bielecki, Scott DuBose