Tbh

It's coming up on the weekend You know what that means I'm gonna be driving myself Down to the bar where we met Out of ten, you were dressed To the nines wearing red And I knew you were just my type But I ain't trying to lie Baby, I don't like margaritas Late night thinking Waking with a headache in the morning In the morning, no Baby, I don't like party drinking Party drinking But I like you Sure as hell like you Sure as hell like you, like you I know who I'm gonna be seeing Seeing that face that I like Looking at on my Fridays Down at the bar where we met Met again, yeah, you're stuck Like a drug in my head I'm addicted to your sparkling eyes But I ain't trying to lie Baby, I don't like margaritas Late night thinking Waking with a headache in the morning In the morning, no Baby, I don't like party drinking Party drinking But I like you Mmm, sure as hell like you, like you Mmm, sure as hell like you, like you TBH, yeah, the taste of your kiss Would be so divine It would pair perfectly with this buzz And these neon lights It's so out of my character Showing up here all the time It sure as hell ain't for some salt and limes Hope you know why I'm here tonight Baby, I don't like margaritas Late night thinking Waking with a headache in the morning In the morning, no Baby, I don't like party drinking Party drinking But I like you Mmm, oh, sure as hell like you, like you Baby, I don't like margaritas Late night thinking Waking with a headache in the morning In the morning, no Baby, I don't like party drinking Party drinking But I like you I sure as hell like you, like you