Haven't Even Poured the Whiskey

Taking one last look in the mirror Knock at the door tells me that he's here Bottle of Jack in one hand Dozen roses in the other, that's my kinda man And we head to the couch with some small talk Dodging glances but then our eyes lock My head is starting to spin My hands are starting to shake My words are tangled up And I can't seem to think straight Don't know what's happening But something is starting to hit me And we haven't even poured the whiskey We're moving in a little closer Movie on the screen, his arm around my shoulder Watching words fall off his lips And hearing his laugh, yeah I could get used to this As the credits are starting to roll He leans in and kisses me slow My head is starting to spin My hands are starting to shake My words are tangled up And I can't seem to think straight Don't know what's happening But something is starting to hit me And we haven't even poured the whiskey Whoa He brought more than that bottle could offer And we got drunk on something a little stronger My head is starting to spin My hands are starting to shake My words are tangled up And I can't seem to think straight My head is starting to spin My hands are starting to shake My words are tangled up And I can't seem to think straight Don't know what's happening But I swear it's starting to hit me And we haven't even poured the whiskey Haven't even poured the whiskey Whoa And we haven't even poured the whiskey