Lyrics

Sitting on my sofa in his stolen sweats, Heaven in a living room Whole place to myself and nothing on this earth could ever make me move And then I get that text I always get You know the one you wanna leave on read But then you're putting on your red lipstick Saying this better be something real, 'cause if it's not then ditch the heels I hate him but honestly I'm in love with him Some people got their vices When they get indecisive But I just got my friends Vodka's saying leave him, whiskey's saying stay Gin is saying why not throw the whole boy away Tequila's probably somewhere passed out on the lawn But if that girl was here she'd say you're all dead wrong Thank God I got soulmates sitting on the shelf Those girls know me better than I know myself So I'm taking their advice, mixing it with sprite Just depends on the friend that I'm listening to tonight Hey, listening to tonight Sitting at the bar watching college games, heaven 'cause we're taking the lead Up a field goal and nothing on this earth could ever make me leave And then I get that text I always get You know the one you wanna leave on read But then you're putting on your red lipstick Saying this better be something real, 'cause if it's not I hate these heels I hate him but honestly I'm in love with him Vodka's saying leave him, whiskey's saying stay Gin is saying why not throw the whole boy away Tequila's probably somewhere passed out on the lawn But if that girl was here she'd say you're all dead wrong Thank God I got soulmates sitting on the shelf Those girls know me better than I know myself So I'm taking their advice, mixing it with sprite Just depends on the friend that I'm listening to tonight Hey Whiskey, tequila, vodka or gin Just depends on the trouble I wanna get in Whiskey, tequila, vodka or gin Just depends, just depends Vodka's saying leave him, whiskey's saying stay Gin is saying why not throw the whole boy away Tequila's probably somewhere passed out on the lawn But if that girl was here she'd say you're all dead wrong Thank God I got soulmates sitting on the shelf Those girls know me better than I know myself So I'm taking their advice, mixing it with sprite Just depends on the friend that I'm listening to tonight Hey, listening to tonight Hey, who are we listening to tonight? Wait, who forgot the rum?
Writer(s): Regan Rousseau, Autumn Marie Buysse, Brooke Lynn Maruska Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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