Lyrics
Why's it always Tuesday night when I wanna go round
I know it's only thirteen turns till I get to your house
Don't know why it took so long just to figure it out
But you ain't ever been no good for me and I know now
If I don't stop myself
This ain't gonna end too well
I gotta get another drink in my hand
Go hide my keys before I do something bad
I'll tell my mama help me stick to the plan
I'm doing anything I gotta do
To keep me from driving to you
To keep me from driving to you
I'm doing anything I gotta do
You're the kind of guy who brings the worst out of me
You're tearing through my self-control like those rips in your jeans
Every day the warning sign's getting harder to see
I'm blinded by your cowboy charm like a pretty disease
If I don't stop myself
This ain't gonna end too well
I gotta get another drink in my hand
Go hide my keys before I do something bad
I'll tell my mama help me stick to the plan
I'm doing anything I gotta do
To keep me from driving to you
To keep me from driving to you
I'm doing anything I gotta do
To keep me from driving to you
I'm doing anything I gotta do
I gotta get another drink in my hand
Go hide my keys before I do something bad
I'll tell my mama help me stick to the plan
I'm doing anything I gotta do
To keep me from driving to you
Written by: Hudson Rose, Michael DeLorenzis, Michael Paynter
