SJ McDonald - Hot Damn

I shoulda known
By the way that you leaned in
And the bourbon on your breath
You’d be pushing my limits

I shoulda known
Love don't stand behind a bar
Pouring drinks that you don’t want
You were cruisin’ for bruisin’

You can blame it on stress, on the alcohol
There’s a reason why girls never call
They’re like

Hot damn, you're a full grown mess
Now you're stumbling, tumbling
Spilling whiskey on my dress
Hot damn, don't you understand
When you treat me like a lady
Then I’ll treat you like a man
Hot damn

You shoulda known
By the way that I walked in
That I wouldn’t take none of it
But you kept wheelin’ and dealin’

Yeah you should know
I can match you shot for shot
I can give more than you got
Drink you under a table

You can blame it on stress, on the alcohol
There’s a reason why I won’t call

Hot damn, you're a full grown mess
Now you're stumbling, tumbling
Spilling whiskey on my dress
Hot damn, don't you understand
When you treat me like a lady
Then I’ll treat you like a man
Hot damn

Hot damn, you're a full grown mess
Now you're stumbling, tumbling
Spilling whiskey on my dress
Hot damn, don't you understand
When you treat me like a lady
Then I’ll treat you like a man
Hot damn

Written by:
AUTUMN MARIE BUYSSE, SARAJANE MCDONALD

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